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Said this a hit of heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
'Til one of us leave in an
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You ain't gon' 'til you die
bitch on my side
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
Front news, I'm young Jesus
Eating with no cable on
fucking hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and Earl smoking on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't back, no, feed your girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb she love that though
Somewhere high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple
Hotel lobbies Für Elise
I'm Ron mixed with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is Paul Revere
When he 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 like a
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch where that loud is
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
I don't, never love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't that nigga
Bold ass fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the nigga, that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that cup
Real nigga from the 'til the casket shut
Present his own case as a one
Present-day based nigga, smack the
Riding with them same niggas blunts
While that bass his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Wolf Gang like you know these paws
Living it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to the swisher
My niggas the residuals

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

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