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Said this a hit of liquid
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar Anakin
one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent on my side
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a tucked in my headband
Front page news, I'm Jesus
bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes when Mase was on
I hope that 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 your ho ass, Tony
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva
Met her off Twitter even Schindler a list
Pittsburgh, down somewhere in a Fisker
I could your bitch with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only cause she love that though
Somewhere getting high Juxtapoz
I hit her up she through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me I'm so commercial
I 'em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel playing Für 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 in the room it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the nigga
She it like a champ
And I'm of her nigga
I'm on the couch where loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we play doctor, ma
Open wide for
Your cowgirl's crotch
a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I a white driver
And tell him me space, I don't know that nigga
Bold ass fuckin' low class villian
van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, that's up
Half pint of hope in plastic cup
Real nigga from the start the casket shut
Present his own as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his like he mad or somethin'
in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more than a broke exhaust
Pipe spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch you know these paws
Living it's '62
Spit and my genitals
My bitch to the swisher
My split the residuals

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

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron we pill pop
run and kill cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill open