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Said a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in eyes
You ain't live 'til you die
Intelligent on my side
She I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet
Got a tucked in my headband
Front page news, I'm young
Eating bagels no cable on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod my prayers
One day here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on lawn
Some rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a
I pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love though
Somewhere getting high reading
I hit her up she come through and Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I said Josh's beard is like Revere
he walk in the room it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing
At I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor
She taking it a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch where loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I fuck with you"
Cause I don't, love a ho
But we could doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your crotch riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label I want a white driver
And him give me space, I don't know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low 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 from the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, the judge
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 I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
Blowing more smoke a broke exhaust
only spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang like you know these paws
Living it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to the swisher
My split the residuals

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

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 open