Correction Lyrics N.S.T by Kevin Abstract

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Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
n***as stay talkin', they ain't about sh*t
Pull off, fetti stay in my wallet
Mind gone, mind gone insane
Yo, if you got a problem then don't call to me
Mans keep talking like he a prophet (Woah-woah)
No time to learn that we ain't 'bout it (Woah-woah)
Mind gone, mind gone insane
Yo, if it ain't a problem then don't call to me
I said
Pardon the uh, technical difficulties

And I ain't taking "no" no more
Them n***as grew up on Screw
What the f**k dawg, now we getting back to the beginning
The game a scrimmage, I play to finish
Remember them old days, I was f**king 'round with women
We was backin' up them drives like we was finished
Runnin' 'round Corpus, two-door, I explore
Hit the gas then he floor it
We just took off with some more sh*t—

Pray to God to keep my money straight
My four SUVs behind me like motorcade
Shot on that b*t*h at alarming rate
Chills in your body they glisten and shimmer like you just went out of the armory, uh-uh
Move he dippin and dive whenever you cry, I will arrive
Blood, sweat and tears will let you go fly
But how do you float, uh-uh, staying afloat, uh-uh
Shoutout Big Chuck, Conan, and Bert
Shoutout Chris, Chloe, and Kelly
I'm going fast, you ready?
I keep the celly on silent
I hope the future is vibrant
For all of my brothers, all of my kin, all of my fans
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties

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