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

Grab mittens who have to blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, quick, and then
to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up rappers with
you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying hotter wind in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and sentences
Advanced apathy, the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it since a
hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of tea kettle songs

Four deep in a cannon
Riding dirty a Saugus canyon, niggas know that it's the


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

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick Ross's sip off his sixth lager
to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist
Chick, thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some syringes
From out the rubbish bin at local loony clinic
movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks the broom he usually use for Quidditch
writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and 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 pocket
Then lob a wad of at a copper on some Flocka shit

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


Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I make
A quarter off of socks, nigga, cause it's the