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

I'm just around town crown of thorns 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 King James a blunt lit, my name ring like a phone call
only right that you meet defeat, I guess that's protocol
Soulo ho, oh God, Lord knows like you never yes
Success, I'm on the verge-in, like I had sex
You as fake breasts, but don't stress, it looks good on you
He couldn't get it understood, so I on him
Food and liquor, in my belly, of the but you knew already
I to complain until planes I flew already
Now I'm ready, amen, one guy I'm so heavy
Let's say tons, that's blasphemy, with eight guns, keep your
Young mind, fuck the world, that's an with an OG
Ironically, when you're high as me you, won't need floor
This flow here for Rich I won't stop 'till my team's richer
Mind, body and spirit on top of the dollar,
My optimism is why I'm in position
You pray, I prey, it's just I'm a lion bitin' his victim

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