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Howard Beach, JFK, this is the express train

Keep all your belongings by your side and enjoy the ride

Ride it like that

Composure is hooked

When she be posing the tush

Turn around exposing the bush

Motherfucker, he rollin' in kush

So much loud I’m ballin' with a Busch

Three strikes deep, bonin' like I’m Butch

No three stripes whole gang on swoosh

Swoosh, home bound out the fuckin booth

Tone it down for the youth

Bone it down from the caboose, oof

I’m feelin' fuckin' loose truth, no truce

To any goof tryna stop me I’m on pursuit to the fucking loot

Coupes, I ain’t got no license

Long as I got a roof, a little dough inside it

Something to roll inside that with some dope inside that

Man, let me roll my dope, don’t get me fucking side tracked

She read my horoscope, look like I’m on the right path

Yeah it might be bullshit, but it might be tight facts

Anywhere I pull up, yeah I’m tryna write raps

'Cause the mix gotta keep cooking when you got it like that