Pumpkin Escobar and Hideo Nomo
Man I don't know what the fuck you just said lil kid
But you special man
You reached out and you touched a brotha heart
Ima give you some direction
Feelin triumphant
Patrick Mahomes Warren Buffett
Scramble to touch it
These rappers animation and Muppets
Out in Manhattan I copped my neon Kobe's for action
Don't really like to talk fashion but nigga had to have em
Now we relaxin
Smokin outside the check cashin
Gelato wit the hash in
We seen so much happen
From the positions we sit in so many bogus missions
Where shit don't come to fruition appetite for attention
You'll end up missin or on social media in prison
My nigga listen it's always knowledge from William Tinson
It's hard to clean the mess up like autopilot Tesla's
When they crash into dividers the company dress up
Like a masquerade Edgar Allen Poe they behave
Fascinated by violence watch behind violet shade
But I stay focused velvet ropin while I'm out in Oakland
Some of them fish in them oceans I left em heartbroken
No disrespect face to face or the internet
Intellect like I'm Menelik playin roulette wit center bets
Out in Vegas
Pool parties extra libations
Im joint casin 360 visualizations
Amazing grace astronauts how we play in space
Cold hash water base old cash cracker face
Put Harriet on the 20 and quit fuckin around
Or we gone pull up bumpin that Black Moon
Buckin em down
Uh And I done sold hundreds of pounds
Blindfolded I could grow money out of the ground
Hideo nomo is my eyes when I sit on the mound
I'm pitching off white pieces yup as fast as I count
I can eyeball anything a gram or an oz
Ya hoe topped me off while I sat on the couch
I bust ya whole shit from 1 shot in the mouth
He said he was a g but nobody can vouch
I'm laying everybody nobody'll crouch
Your weed hella trash it's Oscar the grouch
I got a couple packs I done lost in the house
I'll find em one day when I'm throwin shit out
But I only smoke gas prolly throw them shits out
All I need is me yea I'm holdin shit down
Whoever claiming king I'll take shots at the crown
I'll deebo pocket check in front of your house
9 Aiming the laser on it is a mind changer
Mind flamer
I'm danger I'm angered
Whatever
Ha
Gimme the map Scott
Gimme the map Scott
But you special man
You reached out and you touched a brotha heart
Ima give you some direction
Feelin triumphant
Patrick Mahomes Warren Buffett
Scramble to touch it
These rappers animation and Muppets
Out in Manhattan I copped my neon Kobe's for action
Don't really like to talk fashion but nigga had to have em
Now we relaxin
Smokin outside the check cashin
Gelato wit the hash in
We seen so much happen
From the positions we sit in so many bogus missions
Where shit don't come to fruition appetite for attention
You'll end up missin or on social media in prison
My nigga listen it's always knowledge from William Tinson
It's hard to clean the mess up like autopilot Tesla's
When they crash into dividers the company dress up
Like a masquerade Edgar Allen Poe they behave
Fascinated by violence watch behind violet shade
But I stay focused velvet ropin while I'm out in Oakland
Some of them fish in them oceans I left em heartbroken
No disrespect face to face or the internet
Intellect like I'm Menelik playin roulette wit center bets
Out in Vegas
Pool parties extra libations
Im joint casin 360 visualizations
Amazing grace astronauts how we play in space
Cold hash water base old cash cracker face
Put Harriet on the 20 and quit fuckin around
Or we gone pull up bumpin that Black Moon
Buckin em down
Uh And I done sold hundreds of pounds
Blindfolded I could grow money out of the ground
Hideo nomo is my eyes when I sit on the mound
I'm pitching off white pieces yup as fast as I count
I can eyeball anything a gram or an oz
Ya hoe topped me off while I sat on the couch
I bust ya whole shit from 1 shot in the mouth
He said he was a g but nobody can vouch
I'm laying everybody nobody'll crouch
Your weed hella trash it's Oscar the grouch
I got a couple packs I done lost in the house
I'll find em one day when I'm throwin shit out
But I only smoke gas prolly throw them shits out
All I need is me yea I'm holdin shit down
Whoever claiming king I'll take shots at the crown
I'll deebo pocket check in front of your house
9 Aiming the laser on it is a mind changer
Mind flamer
I'm danger I'm angered
Whatever
Ha
Gimme the map Scott
Gimme the map Scott
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