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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, with Anakin
one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a tucked in my headband
Front page news, I'm Jesus
Eating bagels no cable on
Been fucking hoes since when was on
I hope Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day gone
So me and smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She dumb cause she love that though
Somewhere getting reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I know fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
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 Montauk tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the monitor
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the where that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
Your crotch riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
the label that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low class
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
pint of hope in that plastic 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 ashin'
While bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
in the safe, take the cash and run
Know if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they the tongue
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke a broke exhaust
Pipe only that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these
like it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to split the
My split the residuals

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

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
while we pill pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas I feel not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that knocked open