Now the question has raised, what the fuck happened to you? Well I can tell you did not happen to you You didn't get your ass on Cathedral mixtape
[Verse 1: For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of is bastards, G That's why I be high B, so ask me why I'm not speakin' nigga Just ain't countin' no up wit' cha The fuck we got to about? Not seachin' for Bobby But somethin' and super official To burn with my girls in the lot by 'em before I got out Parched we? shorty, let me check make sure I ain't got no fleas up on me From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass Old veterans get bit by the I to God that them puppies 'll kill ya Field of dreams, they true if you build it So I myself if y'all can dig it [Hook: Ross] Everywhere I go we up Everywhere I go we up I know you think you shinin' nigga, so It wasn't going down til we up You know it's going You know it's down-n-n
2: Talib Kweli] Across the water or across the See my second deep like I'm from New Orleans You a snitch nigga that'll call the law So before the I get my thoughts in order Seen your rapper on stage you and your little We so sick of Thelonius dudes Annoyance and the audience boo We had enough of your excuse Living in the world of my own Life a gunfight, a is your only weapon You don't really know what the you stepped in Better chill now, life such a blessing the feedback, where the weed at? Imagine me at an You the one who an intervention To stop you from sessions Wow that's such a habit Wow marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous I get when I'm making fuckin' classics Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or When we blaze in the the Jamaican bud Got me feelin' so special, no
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