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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, with Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You ain't gon' live you die
Intelligent on my side
She bitching I'm spitting habitual
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher in my headband
Front news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels 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 rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed girl Cognac
a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I could pull your bitch with a and diss her
ho
She dumb cause she love that though
Somewhere high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw I know they fertile
In Myrtle with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy with Hercules
a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk tomohawks
At I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor
She taking it a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the where that loud 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 crotch riding
a clean, faded 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
the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
Half pint of in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the casket
his own case as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas ashin'
that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the 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
more smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these
like it's '62
Spit and grip my
My to split the swisher
My niggas the residuals

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

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