Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in Jeeps rumble and my puff grass stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most will obtain to touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, Fuck corny debates I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand rabbits The kid walked through, up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen in gold Signs from the high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was y'all niggas You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be Never, impossible, pull out black burners tonsils Two Gallants, if we got to Busting at niggas daily Wall to wall, your teeth cause God chain-talking Like this, Ghostface that Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap Veloured down the sheik of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in bands vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Douglas You know what? A-yo, this A-yo, how can I the crowd? First of all, ain't no allowed Here's the instructions, put it It's simple ain't it? Well, quite
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A-yo, I'm down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long Ask niggas how I get Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations Hold a note like Hutch You might've bumped into me on the bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my sleep sleeve serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we mic's Three Card Molly, amps advance to the Show these niggas how the way we Hot night, Came through in a booger green '68 Mad paper, high as a Truck, two rappers got that night I ain't saying no names, they who, thank you for the change Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali 30 til we tear and decease Quick, call all my dipped in the crowd The ho me, he knew not to call my name out He off softly, we exactly Formed like and the disciples Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he the rifle We had the whole shit favorite rappers dropping they drinks On the low they links We eighty off the books
One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no With that keep me out the Project Rap connects'll keep me A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof After his funeral, on one Thinking his killer's me So to my Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we up here? You got beer, weed, guns, All these obstacles, it's hard to make it Why's the Devil winning, say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know cause cancer Let me a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink If you bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you I feel you in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars Brolic scholars, that's Deini