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So Far Ahead (Feat. Pharrell Williams)

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Let God Sort Em Out


They don't know what it is when I'm on it
But once they figure it out, I don't want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
You can't see it from where you sitting (you sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stichin' is
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind

Swerving through the lanes, serving niggas cane
still ain't never hit a pothole
If I was Brittany Griner, I'ma need Obama
only one to swap us Chapo
Furthest from the streets, Monica Denise
good bitches fuck with Rocco's
Put 'em in them cars, hangin' out with stars
now it's hard to tell they not hoes
Your codefendant claim immunity
it was you and he, how'd you not know?
Unless he leaving court in a Bentley Sport
just to meet you on a yacht though
Understand the art of war, all my niggas draw
so we all Picassos
Me just being me, respect to PnB
I'll probably never eat at Rosco's
Million ways to live, million ways to die
millions stuffed in an auto
Million ways to wash it, million ways to stop it
pray for me 'cause we not though
Best believe I can whip a Christmas Eve
with some work and a hot stove
Bet and took it all, prayin' that he fall
no more questions 'bout Gestapo

They don't know what it is when I'm on it
But once they figure it out, I don't want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind

Niggas tried to sneeze at the blessin'
How could I just leave was the question
Whistleblowers left me no choice
ain't no referees up in heaven
No mistaking me for the reverend
ushering the money my confession
How your pastor whip a Rolls-Royce? That was me pre 9 11
Look at me post Armageddon, walkin' with my dog, I am legend
The grass is greener on each side
I done been both Mason Bethas
I done been at both end of sections
I done poured Oceans Elevens
Even when the well ran dry
I done raised quotes in the desert
Tried to hide the dope in the message
like we did the coke in the Lexus
Same hands I used to whip work
see me turn 'em both into blessings
AMG the spokes for the extras
only way to cope with the pressure
When you feel you went too deep
let God take the wheel like a Tesla

They don't know what it is when I'm on it
But once they figure it out, I don't want it
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
You can't see it from where you sitting (you sitting)
But this Ferrari leather with the matching stichin' is
So far ahead, you niggas behind, behind
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