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Nah, no, nah, nah, that
think cause you fucking made "Chum"
And got all personal niggas won't go back
to that old 2010 shit about talking 'bout
everything all
No, fuck that nigga, I got you, that

Grab who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers
Raquets you play with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and filetted
Advanced apathy, the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it since a
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel
Grab a bong, momma and food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
Send them nettled critics to the stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea songs

Four deep in a cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that the


50 K for the check
But the Dollar still be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch
Hat never backwards like the print off manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks
Stormed off and came straight back like posture
Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local clinic
Watching movies in a room of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for
Gooey writtens, 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose spitting
tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some shit

Posing try to disrespect
Get a thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause the