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Said this a hit of heroin
Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the in your eyes
You gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent on my side
She bitching I'm spitting lies
I hit her up my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my
Front news, I'm young Jesus
bagels with no cable on
Been hoes since when Mase was on
I that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're
So me and smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on ho ass, Tony Womack
hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a
Pittsburgh, broke somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull your with a whisper and diss her
ho
She only dumb cause she love that
Somewhere getting reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment
("That's a movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so
I fuck 'em raw cause I know they
In Myrtle Beach a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she at me
I Josh's beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's like God is
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk tomohawks
At civilians I'm

I'm on the monitor
She taking it like a
And I'm proud of her
I'm on the couch where that loud is
I'm shouting, "I don't with you"
Cause I don't, never a ho
But we could doctor, ma
wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's riding
With a clean, fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a driver
And him give me space, I don't know that nigga
ass little fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't him
It's the Trashwang nigga, what's up
pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start the casket shut
his own case as a basket one
Present-day nigga, smack the judge
with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the and run
Know that if he fake I'm him
Took the big toe so they tagged the
Out here stuntin' like I'm to, dog
Blowing smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these
Living it's '62
Spit and grip my
My bitch to the swisher
My niggas split the

Hey, marijuana fields
Pot growing, Gil Scott
Heron while we pop
Errand run and cop
Niggas know I not
For 'em, stop bitching,
Stare and get that grill knocked

Hey, it's fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil
Heron while we pop
Errand run and cop
know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching,
and get that grill knocked open