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Prognosis
I'm back with the dope shit
Not seen in public
But posted on posters
Post up foes like throw it in the paint
Paid off my name guess I owe it to my rank
Stepping over where Stepping stones is
Bringing wide eyes to resting stoners
Labels wanna leave his record altered
Try that shit, it might get tumultuous
Watch the sky cause I check for vultures
Guns is drawn so forget the holsters
Guns is drawn like we illustrators
And we fill the pages so forget the authors
Yeah I slowed and I chilled the pace
But I'm still the greatest it get them bothered
You'll be "Walking Dead" with that reckless talking
And "Left 4 Dead" when that shit is all said
Lots to say hope it fit the margins
And my writing large as a hippopotamus
We be serving like tennis matches
They don't send it back because it's the bomb shit
You can tell from commas all the honors
I am garnering
Smoking on the gondola at Play Land
Then I rob that bitch
Try that Batman Robin shit
You vigilantes fix your panties
Villains always winning you should
Get with us to fill your pantries
Goddamn
Guess we showed them how crime pays
Now we loading our vessels up
To where time and space move side ways
Some Space
A quiet place where it's safe
Tell them folks don't wanna congregate
Just get the fuck out of my face
Some space
This distance we create
With measurements that are tentative
Cause we scared to make a mistake, Lord knows
I'm trying to make the best of things
Read my Psalms and Genesis
Okay I'm really lying but I
Try to not be devilish
Money is the root of evil be all
And the end of things
Yeah it isn't everything
But it can be a deadly thing
Just ask the homies
In tombs stones
One way never flew home
Tryna play the boss like Hugo
Who knows could be you Homes
Bullets spraying with no names
Pulled by shooters with no brains
No soul for that Soul Plane
Smoking dank for the whole day
Got lots of oil like Gulf Bay
You be smoking spice that's that Old Bay
That Jose Ole
Shit ain't like the old days I can
Go and say that's credible
Intaking information at a
Rate that's near incredible
To parents it's apparent there's
A Trend to us millennials
Trying stack these decimals
We pushers pimps and Jezebels
But me, Me I'm caught
In that time Space
Continuem so forgive him if he ain't
Trying to be your compadre
Some Space
A quiet place where it's safe
Tell them folks don't wanna congregate
Just get the fuck out of my face
Some space
This distance we create
With measurements that are tentative
Cause we scared to make a mistake, Lord knows
I'm back with the dope shit
Not seen in public
But posted on posters
Post up foes like throw it in the paint
Paid off my name guess I owe it to my rank
Stepping over where Stepping stones is
Bringing wide eyes to resting stoners
Labels wanna leave his record altered
Try that shit, it might get tumultuous
Watch the sky cause I check for vultures
Guns is drawn so forget the holsters
Guns is drawn like we illustrators
And we fill the pages so forget the authors
Yeah I slowed and I chilled the pace
But I'm still the greatest it get them bothered
You'll be "Walking Dead" with that reckless talking
And "Left 4 Dead" when that shit is all said
Lots to say hope it fit the margins
And my writing large as a hippopotamus
We be serving like tennis matches
They don't send it back because it's the bomb shit
You can tell from commas all the honors
I am garnering
Smoking on the gondola at Play Land
Then I rob that bitch
Try that Batman Robin shit
You vigilantes fix your panties
Villains always winning you should
Get with us to fill your pantries
Goddamn
Guess we showed them how crime pays
Now we loading our vessels up
To where time and space move side ways
Some Space
A quiet place where it's safe
Tell them folks don't wanna congregate
Just get the fuck out of my face
Some space
This distance we create
With measurements that are tentative
Cause we scared to make a mistake, Lord knows
I'm trying to make the best of things
Read my Psalms and Genesis
Okay I'm really lying but I
Try to not be devilish
Money is the root of evil be all
And the end of things
Yeah it isn't everything
But it can be a deadly thing
Just ask the homies
In tombs stones
One way never flew home
Tryna play the boss like Hugo
Who knows could be you Homes
Bullets spraying with no names
Pulled by shooters with no brains
No soul for that Soul Plane
Smoking dank for the whole day
Got lots of oil like Gulf Bay
You be smoking spice that's that Old Bay
That Jose Ole
Shit ain't like the old days I can
Go and say that's credible
Intaking information at a
Rate that's near incredible
To parents it's apparent there's
A Trend to us millennials
Trying stack these decimals
We pushers pimps and Jezebels
But me, Me I'm caught
In that time Space
Continuem so forgive him if he ain't
Trying to be your compadre
Some Space
A quiet place where it's safe
Tell them folks don't wanna congregate
Just get the fuck out of my face
Some space
This distance we create
With measurements that are tentative
Cause we scared to make a mistake, Lord knows
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