Pablo

I put the gang on the plane
On my waste-state, come too late (season!)
Too many though it’s bait
Always a M.I.A day
Now I’m calling in late (move on)
Palace in Thailand
Where you from?
Can’t you see what I’m on?
Snakes up that lane everyday
33 on the plane, yeah
Too many plans
Too many throws
I’mma stay closed
Pablo once had no notes
But he rose (yeahyeahyeah)
Farm making all the white sand
Now they call him the G.O.A.T
Too many plans
Too many throws (yuh)
I’mma stay closed (yuh)
Compro caballos no para montarlos
I know, know, know
Not enough G.O.A.T.S, yuh
I am clean-slate
Check-mate
I’m winning
Been missing
Lock in on my enemies
Still living, looting, yeah
Snakes bite my wrist but now they pay me so fuck them all
Come from these ends
Where you from?
Can’t you see what I’m on, yuh
I never played the game
I never changed the game
I never came to be the
I put the gang on the plane
On my waste-state
Come too late, too late
Mama said I taught myself to talk
Like I know you walk
Wake up like batman
Business man, in the mustang
Slip that batarang
Jumping train tracks
Call me Thomas the Tank
(yeah)
So what’s a king to a God
Put my hands together as if he and I are on good terms yeah
With the man who sits upstairs
Yeah pray for me pray for me escobar’s heir
Feeling on form yeah, like Cassius Clay
Fly like a butterfly sting like my name
All about the top rope entree
Yeah double up the cup of the octane
I’m catching pips never feelings
Never trade this never leaving
Whitney my ego you teasin'
Got no patience start the killing
The game getting physical
Now we earning residual
Cartel come thru clique getting chewed now we out here yeah bringing up the
bodies
Come to the farm of white sand, yuh
Neighbors don’t know what he’s got there
Look at Escobar’s grains do you like them?
Take this and don’t come back here
Yuh, I’mma pick up the phone
‘Cus I’m red
And being wanted has got me
Icy and cold
White sand
In the mix and all the money will flow
Snakes bite my wrist and now they pay me so fuck them all
Come from these ends
Where you from?
Can’t you see what I’m on, yuh
I never played the game
I never changed the game
I never came to be the
I put the gang on the plane
On my waste-state
Come too late, too late, too late
White mosque with the golden gates there
Yeah, I’m so over there
I got that look there
My fault bare, My low end, I told them
Back the 4-ends, back to the load-ends
White mosque with the golden gates there
Yeah, I’m so over there
I got that look there
My fault bare, My low end, I told them
Back the 4-ends, back to the load-ends