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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
'Til one of us leave in an
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She bitching I'm habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a swisher in my headband
Front news, I'm young Jesus
bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony
hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a
Pittsburgh, broke down in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
getting high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Myrtle with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
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 in Montauk 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 is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your cowgirl's crotch
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't know nigga
Bold ass little low class villian
Whole van tinted, can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
Half pint of hope in plastic cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the casket
Present his own case as a one
Present-day based nigga, smack the
Riding with same niggas ashin' blunts
While bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, the cash and run
Know if he fake I'm harrassin' him
the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I menthol
It's Gang bitch like you know these paws
Living it's '62
Spit and grip my
My to split the swisher
My niggas the residuals

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

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