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​student 1 - flight (feat. nazeem) lyrics

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[verse 1: nazeem]
so many ways, so many ways to die, it’s lit
i hope they don’t k!ll me on stage
that could never be done ain’t you heard how i spit
got sulfur and dope in my veins
i’m holding my coca it cook like some grits
my 40 is fully appraised
i can not trust you if you smoking mids
many men fail to take on the challenge in life
rather lay down like mannequins
for 50 cent
might f+ck around and ravish the night
if the price is right then i’m in
we thugging and dining on venison
this world belong to the citizens
i been a g for the longest
i just might feast on a carcass
i’m k!lling the nonsense
i keep some kief in a cartridge
ima just smoke one of these n+ggas soon as they start sh+t
it’s 30 below
run into 30s get throwed, then hit the lows
blunt in my hand, bang in my chest
smoke in my lungs and your girl at my show
b+tch i got plans, i hustle to death
all these cadavers i’m k!lling them all
hard as they seem
they cannot f+ck with nazeem or with the team
i’m in the +rs+nal mean
arsonist artist in queens, it’s a regime
pardon proverbial streams
the salt in this soldier can sing, i’m serving the fiends
something that’s priceless its purpose
i put my life in these verses, f+ck do you mean
[verse 2: student 1]
scribble and stop
stuck in a stagnant realm off the top
topple my confidence take all my guap
take all my tweaking and take it to levels of everest
everlasting on a beat
never don’t sever a king, any street
any day, any direction the hands on your clock will be pointing
i promise i take its position
put that on my five panel with the white x
got on my shirt inside out
sure to be surely at the adversaries necks
don’t be absurd in the doubt
what i be telling me all of the time
ollie it all, after all homie i’m
already ready to roll up a dime
roll up and roll out the crib
i cannot recollection any reason for holding any anger today
to be true, lu never toupee
don’t be acting like you gotta be the god
i promise that it’s better to pray
caught up with the neediness and the wants
really all of y’all are men of ponce
i can body y’all in many fonts
make your funeral a renaissance
you get no sleep, all my penning haunts
your dreams until you expelling pee
dope as the doja they selling me
every statements a felony
up in the poem that i’m yelling free
everything student 1 wrote rad
read it
i bet it be benzo on benzo on all the pages in my notepad



- student 1 lyrics

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