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I sit around sip brew say that I'm Pissing off the kids that with me I live in a town I'd say it's a city got everything to give to me I do get down pray say I'm silly I want the bullshit to get to me I want the bullshit to get to me
Yeah, me this was improbable Given two options, either job or Said hold up, kept making these cold wanna be like that fool Abdul Rather live like the mobsters the gabagool Bout to start a horn on the low Got sopranos, I ain't bout the show And baritone sax, cognacs I see 4 mill in the off a these tracks, we got the ammo Thought I was dying "let my cameron go" Came out a fire flow and a slamming show Letting hammer blow, still write rhymes like gon get heard by Sean P and Yambo Bro, I be on the other side of the globe Close my eyes for a second and i'm in the On the final leg, in iIreland to finish tour Breaking world like the Guinness pour was meant for, old droog, the resident mentor Went hanging in stores to doing in stores outsider music in indoor stadiums Is this the end or I endure?
Young Simba his roar Young contender catching an But I'm dolo on my just the train passing that's all What? I liked to get gassed I'm bored Imagine being in valor Feel like this shit has happened I'm seeing I'm high putting to things that don't mean a thing I see four 40's on my floor i need more Fiend for roaches the weed's all Hocus Pocus I see y'all noticed So its Off to the I see there He there Junior just chill there His whole life he still Nelson's In the corner in his coffee to himself about some quandary He got in But no one understands him Wondering That'll be me with that wondering Deli wondering in
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