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I do it for my culture, culinary mota. Slugs make him float up, almost blew the boat up, am I Human? I eat with my toaster, don't got it, you get poked up. Pussy roll the smoke up. Arms make you choke up, what are you doing? I heard statements got wrote up, preachers robes get hole'd up. Made money at the hold up. I don't gotta hold up, its so clutch, fuck folk up. You aint ever slept on floor much when you slept on my flow punch. BMW donuts make 'em all go nuts when I zig zag. Knead my paper, no hole punch, I just blew through 4 blunts. Fuck a dub', fuck a ounce, fuck a strike I need a big bag. Where my cigs at? Clap a clip at a pig cap, Mac a bitch in a pimp hat. They don't know where to sit at. I don't even gotta talk & you would know what I was thinking, I literally don't have time for the chit-chat. My pupils are so anxious. Plants in the industry, I dance through the chemistry, they know my people are so dangerous.
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At the top of my mountain. I'm eating chicken with stir fry. Peak of the temple & you sit back as the world die. Turned back on your people & wonder just how it came out. Poverty stricken, taking out loans, its a murder. Stuck & you're focused on something that just won't ever change. You needa get up & go & get money & make a change. Living on mattresses you aint work for, no deserving rest. Losing jobs to get new ones & hoping its all for the best.
Peak of the sunset & DMT leak from my 3rd eye. I believe in unity but live amongst the murder. They done cursed us, they just hearse us. Bet a chopper light a bird up, wet it, sherm up, bet it burn up. Hit the colonel. Say that shit out loud, fuck a journal. For cheese I herd you, Humans hurt you. Yeah they clap the K & spin the block all in a circle. Shit is surgical, this my murder flow, I need eternal dough. We the inferno though, who you refer for dro? You just got learn the flow, maybe try turn a O', maybe confront the smoke. Maybe confront yourself. Stacking voices to the point that you could even front yourself. Why you pullin' out a gun & think of use it on yourself? You were out the stratosphere for years and yet you're on it now I just wanna smoke some marijuana, wow. I knew I'd get here but it took awhile. A weapon with the weight of a newborn child. Banana clip with the curve of a crooks smile. Coke in the floor, yeah he verse a tile. Looking out the window, blind leading the blind. Living walking symbols, keep reading them signs. Looking out the window, blind leading the blind, living, walking symbols, keep reading them signs. Let it all continue it'll all be fine. It is all h(ours) : give it time.
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Melanated misfits. Maybe marinate in this shit. Your heavens gate is a mission, can't fuck witch when you fiction. Im type to split a wig just to figure if I can fix it. It seems as if I just don't blend in this rendition. Remember dawgy, streets don't end, the stream is fishy. I've took control of my life narrative off the thizzy. I coulda been popstar but I got too busy. It was me, myself, I fry, tryna figure out, what is this? Television programs. Tell your visions more man. Immortal as my core fans, I love, don't need the spore fam'. Its all about me & my blickie & my wealth huh? Silently can shit on committee's off my sofa.
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Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.
Ojala, smokin' O'z, I'm a menace to law. She want fuck me, they want cuff me, send you minutes from Allah. Press a button & its ringing, today might just be your call. Its igniting on ignition, they just might light up the car.
Talking all that Chapo shit, I really look like his cousin though. They know what it is, what its finna be & what it wasn't though. Got me little wifey, my brother told me "Don't love no hoe". I can tell, the way you shook my hand, you never sold no drugs before. Never slid for the homie & you aint ever pop no slugs before. "Yo, you got some gas?" I got the oil tank filled. Yo, you chasing your tail? We scheming chasing a mill'. Keep a eye on 'em all, fuck a front, I need my scrill. I remember days tryna help momma, I was late on bills. I ain't Pharrell or Katy Perry, I'm in the fields. I do this for the Westside of Tucson & all my Locc's bitch. Knew I'd be a king like Luther, dreamt & I spoke it. I was just a kid thinking 'bout money & some spoked rims. Jazz & the blues on the block, none of my clothes fit. Boutta leave some clues for the thots in the bando, none of the hoes fit. My woman find out, its gone get atrocious.Watch out for them evil spirits that you be walking by. Psychedelic soul with some wings, I can talk & fly. This that motherfucking kilo in the baby stroller. Soldier of the soul, watch the navy roll up. Focused on her arc yeah they named me knower. Pay me no attention but just pay me more. Children under attack, focused on famous motives. They was just tryna get a little baby show at Hotel Congress & yeah they claim they know us. We were left for dead, made to live. Gave us plague & they took our kids. False hope is major bid. Made you love a phone & hate the wind.
Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.
Sumn' bout the air feel decent, I got a chopper & I'm walking to the precinct. Something happened in the recent & I descend. In the sand of the reason, pine tree bend. It's overkill mode. It's over kills & more. Motherfuckers is porn addicted. You motherfuckers is phone addicted. Program made you hate & destroy the women, they self esteem. You won't buy yourself your car but you quick to buy a dream. You ain't no fuckin' pimp, you a fiend. You think you player but I never seen you take a shot for the team. Poppin' all that P' shit, ain't popped shit but a bean.
In my days of solitude, I never been more solid, true. As it's all fallen through, learning just to follow through. Creation right in front of me. The hatred don't trouble me. Hands fallen under the smiles & the world opened suddenly.
Drafted by the wonderfully, crafted within a slumber tree, planted by my dimples, my Corazon 'fore they numbered me. Who brought the cuete, the tequila, and the drugs for me? Missing shots, taking shots, left a slug for me. I heard he taking shots, aim right, left a slug for me.
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