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Tell your mother I love her, n*gga |
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As the captain survive the battle |
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Jacket made from Norwegian cattle |
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Pills in my pocket sound like a baby rattle |
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Stomp into the ****pit of the stealth bomber, f*ck karma |
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Resemble Che Guevara in my recent pictures |
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Piss expensive liquors |
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Sexin' on eccentric *****es, it was in the scriptures |
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Of the good book, Salmon filleted by the good cook |
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King of my castle through a shook crook |
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Or a pawn piece, silk on the Don's sheets |
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Hooked on the pharmies, my head stashed where the bong be |
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Da$H the field, you catch me where the Gods be |
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Mt. Olympus, Hera as my mistress |
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Eating shrimp up off a discus, ***** I really live this |
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Check the quota, smoking SOMA out in Wigoma |
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I'm on the Motorola, discussing cash of course |
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A left jab from Zab had paid the mansion off |
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Motherf*cker it's him |
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And I ain't prayed in motherf*cking months |
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So a n*gga wonder where I'm going when I die |
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And lately I been talking to these blunts |
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Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga |
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Yo, my self esteems on ***********s, I'm a walking benzo |
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Got a ***** named Mckenzie but I just call her Kenzo |
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Stole her father Enzo, smoking in it with the tints low |
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Now I'm schizo off the blunt |
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Did it for the stunt, nah, did it for the bread |
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You in it for the love, ***** I'm in it for the head |
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Get it right, give a n*gga wife rice out of spite |
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Made the game, you're playing Fischer Price |
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Throw the dice, hit the trips, ******* licking d*ck |
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Kiss the 'wood, grip the Remy fifth, now I'm feeling tips |
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Get it jumping, some ***** n*ggas think they pumping |
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My homie showing up with something sure to end the function |
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Ain't sane, whole squad got the set banged |
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And most of these rappers need a sex change |
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Chief hash, eyes lower than my jeans sag |
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It's "Free Mav" 'til they free Mav |
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And I ain't prayed in motherf*cking months |
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So a n*gga wonder where I'm going when I die |
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And lately I been talking to these blunts |
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Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying |
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I'm either flying or I'm frying n*gga |
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(Counseling) |
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Young and high as if Medusa cut her eyes at me |
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Cry when I'm happy, laugh when I'm sad |
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Sayin' she only going to college cause she trying to make her mom happy |
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Strung out so she don't f*ck with her dad |
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And she'll do whatever it takes just so I could see the bigger picture |
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Realest n*gga, roll the **** before a n*gga d*ck her |
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Said she was a sniffer, but only on occasions |
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And I couldn't say I minded all these drugs that I be taking |
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Conversations, situation got her ridin' like she brakeless |
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But maybe she wanted out, I never asked the ***** |
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But that actavis and hash and cabbage spliff will have you on some bastard sh*t |
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Muscle relaxers injested after I crashed the whip |
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She started screamin' so loud that a n*gga had to smack her, sh*t |
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Now I'm a lone ranger |
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Saddle crafted after mastiff skin, so you can see I'm on my bullsh*t |
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Like a preacher from the pulpit |
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Or a skeezer with a full lip schemin' on a full grip |
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"F*ck 'em", ain't much more that a n*gga could tell her |
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Heads spinnin' like propellors, vision impaired, Helen Keller |
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From this Crown that I'm drowning in |
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I found a pool full of liquor and I dived in it |
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Ride tinted, lime scented, dimes in it |
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All these rap lines is just the life that I'm livin' |