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[Verse 1: Fiasco]
Read my lips, clarinet, talk that walk, of steps
Two shots, parachutes, two drops, of troops
New drops, wearin' roofs, bloom, bearin' fruits
Full moon put the in wolves', apparently put it in the air and shoot
Heirlooms that's what I leave, heirlooms that's how I
They don't care to you and that's hair to you, this what I
I'm the heir apparent a pair of parents
Taught me that sharin's carin' so I spread the out
That's what I
To get in heaven when I bleed, get in hell when I breathe...
Get it? Inhale, when I
Maybe get it when I breathe, there's levels to this shit
And there's on the level of this bitch
We all ball even the gotta pitch
You fly so that's red bull and a
You can that, that's complimentary
True story,
Ninja Turtle, side
Though continentally West

I'm just riding around town crown of on my head
Living till I'm dead,
Show respect (x5)
(Bow down to the nigga the horns on his head)
(Everything red)
(Show no (x5)

[Verse 2:
I'm James with a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
It's only that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you said yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, I never had sex
You upset as fake breasts, but stress, it looks good on you
He get it understood, so I stood on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the beast but you knew
I used to complain planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, like one guy I'm so
Let's say tons, blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your machete
mind, fuck the world, that's an orgy with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't floor seats
This flow here for Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, and spirit on top of the dollar, spinnin'
My is why I'm in this position
You pray, I prey, it's just I'm a lion bitin' his victim

[Verse 3: Fiasco]
Pay homage, I ain't gotta it to play with comets
Save your comments, trigger make you vomit
Egghead makin' omelets to move the chickens like Reaganomics
This world so damn ugly I won't put on it, just bein' honest
on us like dope dealers, open doors for the lost souls
Ring on keys Swizz Beatz, to make sure a nigga never lost those
get locked out, we janitors with the mops out
Clean house, I used to be the GOAT but I'm the Ox now
Rap like I went to Oxford with bastards, threw on 'em
Red and blue, now the cops on 'em, ayy
Hell yeah, you, with them dots on him, you
Intellectual like Inspectah Deck, protect your neck Lu
we the children of the night!
Of the livin' dead lookin' for light
I got lean up in my Sprite
I call it the Juice, Lu, what would Jesus do? Whoo!