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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent on my side
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front page news, I'm Jesus
bagels with no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter even keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull your with a whisper and diss her
ho
She dumb cause she love that though
Somewhere high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I 'em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
lobbies playing Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I said Josh's beard is Paul Revere
he walk in the room it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the monitor
She taking it a champ
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, 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, can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
Half pint of in that plastic cup
Real nigga the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
Riding them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, the cash and run
Know that if he I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
only spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch you know these paws
like it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to the swisher
My niggas the residuals

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get grill knocked open

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