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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, with Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting habitual
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
Front page news, I'm young
Eating with no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I hope Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on lawn
dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler a list
Pittsburgh, down somewhere in a Fisker
I pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb she love that though
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron mixed with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I said Josh's beard is like Paul
When he walk in the room it's God is here
I'm at a prop shop in throwing tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the where that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your crotch riding
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white
And tell him me space, I don't know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the Trashwang nigga, that's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding with them niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face like he mad or
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more than a broke exhaust
Pipe spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch you know these paws
Living like '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to the swisher
My niggas the residuals

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill open

Hey, it's marijuana
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron we pill pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill open