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[Hook: Erick Arc
Smoking good, looking
what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, a look
Nigga ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking
and your body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red
And I think Louis Vuitton, too

1:]
Reality is wisdom,
I Horus, I don't like whores
oh my I adore, for the time being yes I am yours
Drunk my card the ace of spades
And I hate to go away without getting this money
But niggas be telling to believe in the reason to
Nigga his job, blame it all on bad luck
Known to and my eyes not open
The cold every season, trick
In the summer we hunnids, my fall comes often evil shit
Just spews my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined, so you elevate or lose time
Just lose

2:]
Shady, I don't play
I be acting as if I'm a man
And my mother to my brother another
Boy oh yes you can
From my I keep the shit right
And my that kiss you good night
40 slugs in my cup
of shot and I pick you up
Bang bang from the same
rocks if you can't hang
Lil what you saying, mayne?
Roll up while the blames
Growing up was a plane,
In the hood it's all good, our own Hollywood
Took a the system my mental track me like a alien
I thoughts with divine course
And exhale exhaust my skeleton
Tell her I won't appear
Fuck that, if I'm who will even care again?
Hate to be American, get away experiments
Cause the in the pyramids
And we all immigrants
And lying through your filaments
Lay if you drink a bit
And indulge in nigga shit
And that real nigga
Dissolve all that simple shit, play a different
It's too easy to be
Just lay and think a bit

One
all that other shit

One time, one time for my niggas of the
Two times, two times for my that are not a ho
One time, one time for my of the Indigo

Angel but she want me for my
Telling other niggas she ain't never gonna
So by smashing the Rove'
Beat then I add her to the payroll
Smoke doob with a cousin and a bro
But I say it slow
Misrepresenting the people who grow
So I carrying the weapons that beat you through postal
Where we gon' go? we ever gon' go?
To the highest of the eye
Fuck thoughts I am 'til there's no reply

Flatbush
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South by southwest, all the way Brooklyn