Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
One day Mp
Let's go
I one day I met a forword name
I skip fire on scene son historical flames
I burn the frame out your ram shackle tedamine
Then I pass my pain out to the residence
Day for president really to dream on
BDD how my mind work I'm really a skim up
Right backs
Well I ride around your stripping and rifa
Trying to get this stripper
To get my shit to your speakers
Yes he's been here my message
Crack the CD vile the real laugh lessons
They kick back with the spiff in their six packs
And kill yourself if you start thinking this shit's whack
And send this clear that your fuked up enemy
And probably couldn't tell your best friend from your enemy
Your brain dead and baby
I'm playing fat and maybe I may be a b***h
I play the fast with my hat little
Don't even blunch when I got glow
Got what you need f**k speed asking crack y'all
Stay on some shit that sick like a crack hole
Son under stoop say what's the gap for
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BK all dae mind keep stressing
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Better friend new B and the brand new gun
I go in y'all scared like some church brims
Roman Catholics with the socks in the skirts guard
Anyhow what the f**k is the problem
Names day got a funny way I go about solving them
Like gangas bunch and all of them
My cool with the real talk
Holy with the school with them
You read son rose true I ate fool with them
You read see through work then
You aint fool with them
A smooth with them driven with position
I f**k about the earth and conquer with her wisdom
Thunder pen from the sins I've made
And one day you'll never be
We ain't saint we're similar
A sent like a king or emperor
Ain't saint so you pain
Say I'm playing on regular
Blessed off with the mask y'all remember my name
Y'all ain't even gotta know my age face where I stay
Got a chip on my shoulder
You ain't even got a way
Should be knowing what I'm saying
All you gotta do is playing
All the words and all the phrases
Just keep flowing on the pages
So they waking up the neighbors
So I rise another day
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Spit high shit get high like heaven
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Got a pillow with a piff
Trying to make a couple products
My life's ill I get high like my light bills
Come down and feel the urge for me to write
Still fire for higher holy for dough
You can get to me lay it down
I'm closing the show
All I gotta do is drop a couple balls in the flow
And you can sell it
And you know they're gonna buyt it for sure
A grinding rap I pay for studio time with some draw
My lines f**k your head up like a liner some blow
But show to put a plan your main day is a beast
Sign sport on the six string stay on the creep
Kill shit so you gotta know I'm playing for kids
Crazy hear and mention names
In my head when I speak
In the streets will you sleep he die hit pits of
To get right you need that list to die
To tell the truth the more like twenty and up
To get serve the I used to put honey on the dust
Funny folks with that look on your grill and get sat
When I come through taking my raps I move that
It's a rap MP on the B your next steps
When I get back upon my grips and read tracks
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Get high don't mind fire in the weapon
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Got a couple
Gs left no deal for the sons
