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Think I can see a halo
About to my maker
Brought a double cup of
Some Soda for the flavor behavior
some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on
My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my
got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, heavenly
And my tailored, me and Action rapping
I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping eraser
Actually, we for the fuck of it
Taking from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of
consumption to fuck a bitch
You're Banana Republic fit, go a dick
And your bitch looking like Itt, the ugliest

I said it be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty
Just for that sizzle, in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us crazy shit
Looking up the clouds where the angels sit
looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So I get this red dot on my head?

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket
After rapping my people out for octopus
We all deserve a to the fandom
Hold your out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip when your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another
Shit, I'm on some
fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime
Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of
And so my can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my is Jay Buhner
cause some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, lizards from a strange river
Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, shaver
the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I wild

I it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
bitches wild enough to suck a baby's dick
Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in of drizzle

I said it must be the that got us thinking crazy shit
up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch I'm dead
So how'd I get red dot on my head?

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wassabi
And constantly y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, after vagina
None of my were fake, but none of
My clothes
from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs
I came from that basement now at this view
this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, show me results

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the
If you locked, keep the chisel in the book
I see a in the mirror when I look
Look, I lose money but I make it
I keep it and ain't no motherfucking faking that
I get a fade and then I to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the flavored gat

I it must be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs
I it must be the drugs

You was Easy Mac with the raps
Who the fuck is Mac
This name say "crack trap nigga
Slash cap peeler, back with a stripper
Ass thicker than a snack wrap
Too fat to zippers"
And half is what do to Mac Miller
Now my minds first track
A nigga who treats his yak than elixer
Taps slicker than tiller
Goes around the room his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's filtered in the picture
My man Jack ripped over like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm murder this brunette bitch
Get like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture
A rap figure to look like you Twitter
show you Beastie Boy
You can't match killer with that wigger
I'd rather attack Tigger or Triller
He got fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an
Wouldn't go cat litter I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off balcony
King, you're a home of funny bones
Not like quite the one known
You look like, you punched in flows
You were struckin' blows, bloody for your honey row
In the lunchroom yo money stole
You're a Best Day Ever
With those Nike's on your
through Blue Slide Park
I'm rob this chump
On a party on Ave like he Donald Trump
Nigga give me shit
I liked you when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the fuck is Mac