Bottle
Bottle
Bottle
Yeah
Yeah yeah something man it taste quality
Boom
Bad been the senate place seen through the fine line
Sweets of godlines catch a three to nine
We sipping my ties
I'm two g with minds the plans redivides
I spit the exquisite
While you're small then jiminy cricket
I don't know what city or limits the indio lineage
Now the whole laws yo i'm in this
The final afford the same as scrimmage
A pass back ain't a thing when i can't give ya
I spit a highsixteen
It seems like really scotts have been it
And you the family kim is cooking lives with spinach
I'm bad damn stamps
I'm getting live about a minute and study kimmet
Rhymes like hand strokes on the canvas
Spit the mathematics
Shit is fabulous
Fun
Sipping white wine with my lunch
Your can't name an oplove sold that i trust none
We are some all your masks talking malls yo
You're getting more and more mad
The all replace architect put me on two extra legs
The cash we dropping heat is on the ass
My shit make you flip handstands every show
You can't stand it
Yeah we don't yeah
That's why i'm living low
My pants froze
Got your kinfolks assembled in madness
Yeah i got the style they recommend
I been exposed on that fag shit
Designing hand
The time of hard parts starts more than the raps
You all talk like the modern mass
My entourage in the novel class
Boss hard with no conscious
Shit is just i promise i
Yeah or you all just fool with this
Yeah i call this shit straight shooting from the hip
Grand brand strokes
Suffer zoo shocker lined up with the stars god shakra
Broad screaming louder than an opera
Looks like black friday
Mobs dodge and shadows laid back
Lazy boy don't need a papa stopper skin
Made a copper with a melon and blend the most intense
Putting it in the wind
Cara wall halloween where for wolves
Icons versus the covenant
They poison the water
With uncontrolled surfaces and artificial supplements
Red ring and kin keep a circumference
The spinach was compliments to the chef
Words i'm manifest deep into blue wells breath
Topsy turvy with the pyramid
I guess george'slike marsiano kilokampo
This is deserved
Blueberry and palm sugar bird fam
The loft of a butter and garlic superb
When alternative left the streets for the birds or now
I ain't real i'm just laughing at you in my pocket
Voice i ain't mad
Action the truth's unheard
I remain with images can't merge
So many words underground
Where a lot of niggas that deserve to be heard
Got curved i crash the badge eating or dirge
You sambo's got some nerve
F**k around and kill your surge with a vidic diverge
Going on a 24 hour purge
Niggas handcuffing off a spin displace
That's cuter than his
And hers but bad bitches get back
Niggas and herric colostomies
R i p to the infamous prodigy
You truly be miss salute shooting from the head
Back
I have a lonely soul
Without your love
I have a lonely soul
Without your love
I have always hope
Without your love
I have always hope
Without your love
I have a lonely soul
Without your love
I have a lonely soul
