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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with
one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent bitch on my
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a swisher in my headband
page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels no cable on
Been fucking hoes since Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod my prayers
One day you're here, the next day gone
So me and Earl smoking on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl
Meet a bitch, wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could pull your bitch with a and diss her
ho
She only dumb she love that though
Somewhere getting reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I 'em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron mixed with Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's like God is
I'm at a prop in Montauk throwing 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 couch where that is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open for thermometer
cowgirl's crotch riding
With a clean, faded fro,
Tell the that I want a white driver
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
pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the 'til the casket shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, smack the
with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that make his face like he mad or somethin'
in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so tagged the tongue
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke
Pipe only spirit that I hold
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you these paws
Living like '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 I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill knocked

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