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WOKE UP ON THE PATH OF LIVIN SINNIN..

FOLLOW IN MY TRAIL OF SMOKIN GAS AND PIMPIN WOMEN..

AIR FORCE ONES LEAVIN MARKS UP ON YA PRODUCT

GOT THE STARTER JACKET POPPIN AS IM COPPIN ALL THE PRADA

NEMESIS BEEN HOMIES WIT THE PILOTS..WITH THE PILOTS...

GETTIN HIGHER THEN MOUNT FIJI AND JUST TOKIN UP ON SOME ISLANDS...ON SOME ISLAND

WATCHIN THE STARS GO BY...STARS GO BY....RHYMIN...RHYMIN

TOLD U I GET IN THE BAG, AND NEED ACCOUNTANTS...NEED ACCOUNTANTS

YOU COULDVE FOLLOWED MY PATH..FOLLOWED MY PATH....DOUBT IT...DOUBT IT

IM SOMEWHERE ROLLIN THE GAS, ROLLIN UP WIT THE LOUDEST...

WHEN THEY HATE I PROMISE NO ACKNOWLEDGIN THE COWARDS

NEVER GOT TO LIVE MY LIFE SO THEY TALKIN HELLA SOUR...

GOT SOME POWER, GETTIN CALLED UP BY MY EXES

TOLD THEM THAT IM LIVIN GOOD SINCE I RODE UP INTO TEXAS

AND IM, COPACETIC NEVER BEEN SO READY, COMIN TO TAKE THE THRONE...

LOOKIN OUT FOR THE FETTI, LIVIN THIS LIFE ALONE ..

THE WORLD BURNIN, THE HOES LURKIN

THEM FAKERS STALKIN, I KEEP WORKIN

THEY KNOW THEY PLACE LIKE A BITCH

SO IMMA KEEP SWERVING, AND RUN THIS SHIT FOR THE MONEY AND VIP SERVICES

IM ROLLIN IN NEW CARS STEADY TESTIN OUT THE LOT, GOT MY BITCH A NEW GARAGE SO SHE FLEXIN WITH THE DROP TOPS

EARNIN WHEN THE STOCK DROPS THEN WE GO AND BUY THE DIPS..

HITTIN THE CASINO AND WE WINNIN WIT ALL KINDA CHIPS..

AINT NO NEED TO FIND A GRIP, CUZ WE STEADY SQUADED KID..

PLUS MY GOD PROTECTIN AND MY WEAPON IS SOME GODLY SHIT

AINT NO EMPTY PROMISES, WE PROPHETIZE THE KINDA SHIT WE WANNA LIVE

THEN SUDDENLY WE BOUND TO GET A SHOT THAT WE COULD WANNA HIT

HIT A HOME RUN THEN WE RUNNIN UP THE BASES..

GOT US FEELIN SO YOUNG EVEN WHEN WE HIT THE 80S..

AND IM, COPACETIC NEVER BEEN SO READY, COMIN TO TAKE THE THRONE...

LOOKIN OUT FOR THE FETTI, LIVIN THIS LIFE ALONE ..

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BACK AGAIN, FLORIDA MANE, REPRESENT THE DIRTY SOUTH/

HEARD ABOUT MY MURDER COUNT IM CERTIFIED FROM WORD OF MOUTH/

FUCKIN UP THE INDUSTRY THEM BUSTAS GON REMEMBER ME/

I HIT MY PEAK ON LSD THE WEAPONRY FROM TENNESSEE/

BEEN A G MY REMEDY IS TAKIN ANYTHING I WANT/

LISTEN TO THAT MELODY ILL BUST YOU WIT THAT CINDER BLOCK/

GET THE GLOCK MAKE YOU SWALLOW ALL THE GOLDEN HALLOW TIPS/

GOT THE GRIP, CAUGHT YOU ROLLIN WIT WIT THE ROLLIE FLOSSIN SHIT/

ON MY SHIT, BETTER LISTEN CLOSE TO WHAT IM FUCKIN SAYIN/

GET TO PRAYIN, GET TO PAYIN

FLORIDA MANE TURNED SUPER SAIYAN/

KNEW TO LAY'M IN THE GROUND

I GET A POUND AND GIVE A OUNCE TO KIDS UP AT MY BITCHES HOUSE

IM LIVIN LIKE THE RICHEST BOSS

GOT THE SAUCE, TOOK A DIFFERENT ROUTE JUST TO GET RESPECK

HIT THE JET, WIT THE SET,

FLORIDA MANE NOT INNOCENT

IM WIT THE SINNERSYNDICATE

AND STICKIN UP THE BIGGEST BANK..

TALKIN ABOUT MY CLIQUE AND IMA STICK YOU WIT THE BIGGEST SHANK

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AS I WOKE, ROLLED UP PULLED A TECH OUT THE DRAWER

READ A TEXT FROM MY PARTNER SAID HES SET FOR THE WAR

GOT A MEETIN WIT THE BOSS, AND I PLAN TO LEAVE THIS LIFE..

SAID HE NEED ME FOR A JOB, HES GONNA NEED IT TONIGHT...

I BEEN PATIENT WITH MY WIFE, AND NOW IS THE RIGHT TIME..

I GOTTA BE SMOOTH AND BE FOCUSED WIT THE RIGHT MIND..

IM WIT THE RIGHT KIND OF CREW TO PULL OFF THIS...

I NEED TO KILL THE BOSS AND SELL HIS SHIT OFF AT AUCTIONS...

I PULLED UP TO THE LOCKSMITH, NOTHIN TO LOSE...

I PROCEED TO GIVE HIM OFFERS THAT HE COULDNT REFUSE...

WE COLLUDED AND PROCEEDED WIT THE PLAN..

GOT A MAC TEN ZOOMIN THROUGH THE TRAFFIC IN A VAN, CREEPIN

PULLED UP TO THE MANSION, SUBURB OF NEW JERSEY..

WALKED IN WIT MY RIGHT HAND MAN, NEVER WORRIED...

3RD DEGREE ASSASSIN, CALL'M SONNY TRAVIS...

MET'M AS A YOUNGSTA WHEN I CAUGHT'M LIVIN SAVAGE....

WALKED INTO THE OFFICE, SALUD TO THE BOSS...

SAT DOWN IN MY CHAIR SO WE CAN TALK BOUT THE JOBS...

IM LOOKIN WITH A GRIN AND PRETENDIN THAT IM DOWN..

HE GOT UP OUT HIS CHAIR STARTED LOOKIN AT THE GROUND...

HE NOTICED SOMETHIN ODD AND ITS SMELLIN LIKE SOME GAS...

I JUST HAD TO LAUGH AS I PUT UP ON MY GAS MASK

NOW HE LAYIN ON THE FLOOR PASSED OUT

LOOKIN AT MY CREW I TELLM TO START EMPTYIN THIS MANS HOUSE...

SO WE OPENED EVERY DOOR THEN WE OPENED EVERY DRAWER...

FROM THE ATTIC TO THE FLOOR CUZ WE'RE LOOKIN FOR SOME MORE...

WE GOT EVERY SINGLE THING, WE GOT ALL THE DIAMOND RINGS..

WE GOT ALL THE FINER THINGS THAT SOME MONEY MIGHT BRING

LOOTIN LIKE A VIKING, THEN WE LEFT THE CRIME SCENE..

HEADED OUT THE CITY CUZ THEY TRYNA FIND ME..

IM JUST HIGH KEY, RIDIN LIKE A FUGITIVE...

THINKIN OF ONE WAYS FLYIN OUT TO BUDAPEST...

I MANUEVER FROM THE HOOLIGANS, I SHOOT AT THEM

IM FOOLIN THEM AND SWERVIN THE TOWN LIKE I WAS LUDACRIS...

I LOOK AT SONNY TRAVIS AND HES ACTIN LIKE HE NEW AT THIS

HES LOOKIN LIKE HES ONLY HERE FOR SCREWIN UP THE CREW AND SHIT

HE SAID SOMETHIN LOW WIT HIS MASK I COULDNT HEAR THROUGH

UNDERCOVER COP CARS SHOWED UP IN MY REARVIEW

IM LOOKIN TO MY SIDE SEE A GUN UP ON MY HEAD...

SUDDENLY I REALIZED SONNY TRAVIS WIT THE FEDS...

TRUST NOBODY THATS WHAT YOU GET

TRUST NOBODY, THATS WHAT YOU GET

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Champagne Pourin...

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FLORIDA MANE arrived in Japan...he gets the help from NV Schema and Noah23 to wreak some havoc...

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FLORIDA MANE just got released from Prison...

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I wake up light a blunt, drink some coffee then I look for beef...

Florida mane be known to hurt the people when he cruise the streets..

I abuse the reefer extacy and 2cb

I makem feel complexity the recipe for loony beats

Im gettin sued when I breathe cuz im movin like a thief...

Im hella bruisin all the people chosin to get next to me

Im sleepin wit some weaponry livin this life paranoid..

My squad be lookin like the Devils favorite pair of Toys

I come wit all the smoke everyTHING I do has been forbidden

everyTIME I rhyme its bout a crime I just committed....

Im often with some bitches from the darkest of the trenches

Im just robbin all the people from the projects that we live in

then we talk like we the victims while we pocket all the credit

cards in wallets while they sittin, creepin on them like a pigeon..

Im a product of some Trauma, OCD and tons of drugs..

man I only deal with problems and the people that I call my plugs

whos that creepin through my window..window..

its Florida Mane stealin all yo Endo

whos that buyin all the pistols...pistol

its Florida Mane supplyin all the kinfolk...

whos that breakin into basements...

its Florida Mane buildin up a spaceship..

whos that hangin wit the base heads..

its Florida Mane lookin for the late sex...

Enter Your Dreams....

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Found this in the vault from the Schema days, it gotta count for the album right? fuck it, its on there..tell the manager to kiss my ass bout all the "New beats" bullshit

Find out what happens next week on TAYLOR BASED OLDHEAD...

(Prod. Mr.Sisco x DJJT)

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The Manager said I owe him an Album...so heres what it'd sound like if I made a track with Whoo Kid to hype up the new Album "TAYLOR BASED OLDHEAD", 2004 style. Homage to Lloyd Banks and Whoo Kid who really made an impact on me as a kid.

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It's been a long time since i stepped in the booth

and every time I spit you know I'm always reppin the truth

you steady flexin like a peasant and I think you a know it all

the type to get beat down while fightin wit Logan Paul

I know my rise botherin ya vision

and if you trippin then I'm flippin like I'm Dennis Rodman with the Pistons

I just partied wit some hitmen and i broughtm all some bitches

put some artists on the hitlist that I've wanted in some ditches

so i told these rugged killas cant nobody defeat me

gave em bags of money that are fatter then Keith Lee

that or Rikishi, Big Show or Viscera

a crime syndicate is something that they consider us

movin discreet, just like ninjas we not seen

you talkin about my squad and we'll pull up like a S.W.A.T team

you act like a rock fiend, you Schemin for more hits

you got the type of vibe that remind me of Norbits

you hella borin, beggin all these bitches for hugs

you gettin hit wit some rejection and start itchin for drugs

you in denial, on trial im like Better Call Saul

could never copy my style I never stepped in y'all mall

I'm like Vets and All-Stars when I average triple doubles

I'm like Magic' on the track and I'm the maddest in the huddle

come attackin wit a static and i think you deserve it all

you actin like an addict and im takin it personal...

dead in the middle of little italy little did we know that we riddled two men who didnt do diddly..

then suddenly we leave the vicinity on some hennessy.

we jumped in 2 infinitis headed to Memphis, Tennessee

hella menacing but vibin trippin on some shrooms

my weaponry been deadly since a child sittin on some tombs

I'm wild stickin up some goons attack when I'm lucid..

I set the mic on fire then I'm dappin up Whoo Kid ..