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Eighty-one miles to the hour down road (Uh, uh, uh)
Never looked back, never ever went slow
Never look back, heard 'em say that before
Never look back, never stare at a ghost
BK air in the summertime choke (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ain't sh*t fly but the drones, oh no (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Low on the smokes, grab another pack, go
Pops smoked too when playing piano
Pops, I'm you, it's funny how that go
Mom, you too, I never could drink slow
Never look back, heard her say that before
Sound like the type of advice I'd ignore
Funny how time feel off tick tock
You thinking death's beat, it drop a clock shot
Never smoke sad, I heard that's a thought
Got forty-four bucks on the smoke, whatchu got?

Got my mind on a mission on the road to perdition
The crime and the grind, I'll admit it, I'm wit' it
Must've suckle up crime from my mama right titty
'Cause if dollar made cents, no question she was with it
She was queenpen-ing, independent when I was a kiddy
Uncle Luke, "Don't stop, get it, get it," Magic City
Mommy told me never give a n***a my plug
Then she told me never give these b*t*hes my love
Still 'til this day, bruh, I'm missing my girl
Still 'til this day, I'm perfectin' my thug
Daddy told me never give a honey my money
Had to ask Daddy, "Did that include Mommy?"
Made dollar, made cents, made money, money, money
Got a wife built like a Playboy bunny
f**ked up, but I kept her 'cause I keep it one hunnid
Made a mil, that's for real, ain't a damn thing funny

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