Sakura
Smoked out, tell me what you know 'bout
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Boy you skin and bone no muscle
You ain't lookin' for no trouble
Tryna test me then let's tussle
Taste the skin upon my knuckle
Ask me what's my contribution
Bitch I'm tryna start a movement
Fill the air with noise pollution
Free your mind to see illusions
Fly to Houston take my nimbus
I'm a mutant I feel vicious
Dreaming lucid that's my mission
Inconclusive, burning bridges
Got three wishes from the genie
Magic money fuck Houdini
Smokin' Swishers make it speedy
Pray to god that twelve don't see me
I'm always stuck in the middle I'm never solving the riddle
I never thought it was simple I'll take it little by little
I got myself in a pickle I'm getting hit by the pistol
I keep my head on a swivel cuz motherfuckers belittle me
Throwin' shots at my enemy wanna feed off my energy
Wanna fuck with my chemistry cuz they fuck with me chemically
And I can't believe that they want to take me for my recipe (Plankton type shit)
Fuck with the melody I get no penalty
I'm going straight to the dome like its Kennedy
Got me some PTSD like the seventies
Felony got 'em inside but allegedly
Bruh was walkin' all around with the weaponry
Beat on a cop and he shot 'em aggressively
Keep up the chin like a fuckin' celebrety
Walkin' as tall as the fuckin' Yosemite
Smoked out, tell me what you know 'bout
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Smoked out, tell me what you know 'bout
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Boy you skin and bone no muscle
You ain't lookin' for no trouble
Tryna test me then let's tussle
Taste the skin upon my knuckle
Ask me what's my contribution
Bitch I'm tryna start a movement
Fill the air with noise pollution
Free your mind to see illusions
Fly to Houston take my nimbus
I'm a mutant I feel vicious
Dreaming lucid that's my mission
Inconclusive, burning bridges
Got three wishes from the genie
Magic money fuck Houdini
Smokin' Swishers make it speedy
Pray to god that twelve don't see me
I'm always stuck in the middle I'm never solving the riddle
I never thought it was simple I'll take it little by little
I got myself in a pickle I'm getting hit by the pistol
I keep my head on a swivel cuz motherfuckers belittle me
Throwin' shots at my enemy wanna feed off my energy
Wanna fuck with my chemistry cuz they fuck with me chemically
And I can't believe that they want to take me for my recipe (Plankton type shit)
Fuck with the melody I get no penalty
I'm going straight to the dome like its Kennedy
Got me some PTSD like the seventies
Felony got 'em inside but allegedly
Bruh was walkin' all around with the weaponry
Beat on a cop and he shot 'em aggressively
Keep up the chin like a fuckin' celebrety
Walkin' as tall as the fuckin' Yosemite
Smoked out, tell me what you know 'bout
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Smoked out, tell me what you know 'bout
Gas pack strong as hell
You don't want to be here when the sun go down
Word of mouth, took 'em to the slaughterhouse
Never knew the whereabouts
Had to put the bread all in my bank account
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Saroukhan
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