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tilden parc - parc szn lyrics

[verse 1]
wake up and bake up this year
jump out the crib
stack up my c+note this year
k!lling my ego this year
all for the people this year
only believe in the real
i do believe in no fear
and i got gang in this b+tch
i never switch on the tribe
i keep it all the way real
i’m in control of my feels
you see my highlights, they study my reel (yeah)
i’m showing more love this year
running more plays, finna scale up my business this year
the world in my palm, i’m a star
i deliver my cadence, i’m serving up chills to my peers
bring in thе bread for the fam
everything good on this sidе
everything coming together

[chorus]
new whip, no leasin’
no key in it
they heated
california on the plates
i’m out here playin’ for keeping
i pull up
she leakin’
she want me for the weekend
my foot on the gas, what are breaks?
hate me or love me, you see me
flex, yes
i got my foot on they neck
i mob with the squad to the death
young n+gga get to the checks
flex, yes
got nothing to lose and something to prove
young n+gga come from the trench
cuban links on my neck
chain gang, free us
smokin on dope, that diesel
free us
run and tell ’em it’s my season
laid back, geekin’
smokin’ on dope, that diesel
young n+gga gone of the deep end
run and tell ’em it’s my season
[verse 2]
i keep a stack of them blessings, i’m ballin’, i’m play callin’
that chain on me matchin’ my smile
you know that i stay saucin’
wrist flooded, she drownin’
we good on this side
everything comin’ together

[chorus]
new whip, no leasin’
no key in it
they heated
california on the plates
i’m out here playin’ for keeping
i pull up
she leakin’
she want me for the weekend
my foot on the gas, what are breaks?
hate me or love me, you see me
flex, yes
i got my foot on they neck
i mob with the squad to the death
young n+gga get to the checks
flex, yes
got nothing to lose and something to prove
young n+gga come from the trench
cuban links on my neck
chain gang, free us
smokin on dope, that diesel
free us
run and tell ’em it’s my season
laid back, geekin’
smokin’ on dope, that diesel
young n+gga gone of the deep end
run and tell ’em it’s my season
[outro]
once we understand that it is through our five senses
that these imprints are being made on our subconscious minds
we can then consciously begin to utilize our five senses
to imprint something different

- tilden parc lyrics

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