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My checks get enlarged when I preach on the hardest of beats my guitar gently weeps
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And if we comparing this dollar I'm Roca fella up to par wit the Meek's
Got no bars for the weak I'm at large in the streets
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Time on my side god I know where to go
Watch me get it it wit flow
Keep it wet wit the blow she obsessed wit the snow
I'm a mess but I'm blessed fuck ya stress I get low
And like cess you get smoked I'm like Hess wit the toke
Got the gas like Valero dinero's get blown
I'm Pacino get killed like you hector the toad no casino I'm royal my specks see the Show
Bitch I'm vexed on the road gotta flex fuck a hoe
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Y'all of full of shit lit off piff that I'm pulling in
Packs I get smacked off that purple no gelatin
Bitch I relish in bars I'm a felon in charge of my prisoning sauve wit my mission in
Counting dividends dark like it's melanin mark in the game I'm a target try killing him
If you talking that fake bitch i cannot relate when it comes to your place there's no friend In him
Got a lot on my plate and there's no time to waste we just don't correlate there's no kin In him
I'm in synonym wit the diving I'm in
I meant divine intertwined wit the kid in him
But my innocence lost in the river swim good like I'm frank in this ocean I'm diving in
I mean diving in, bitch I'm riding in, I'm like Damien, I supply the sin
Son of angels and devil's I'm treading thin, between hell and the devil that's gliding in
Bitch my mind is a Helter Skelter watch me melt ya temple wit the drug I'm providing in
Ain't no rest for this wicked fella I'm a picket fence ya if vibe ain't where mines is in
For the time I'm in, on my mind is win
I'm sublime Santeria reside I'm him
Bitch I'm all the pocket I'm raw when I rock it same pocket where I keep my lighter in
Gotta flex loading clipse bitch I'm grinding in
On my crooked I shit slaughter ties wit grim
But I keep couple toolies on me couple rugers on me hit the spot tween ya eyes and Grin
I aim at my target and reach all y'all Walmart ass niggas could hardly compete
I parlay wit gawd's for the seat I'm a problem on beats double charge for the feats
I'm up and I'm charged adidas on the beats fuck a cleat keep my cypher complete
She want some red bottoms on feet told her double her pay ain't no bars for the cheap
My checks get enlarged when I preach on the hardest of beats my guitar gently weeps
A Beatle y'all feeble attempts to come spar wit a beast bring the charge for receipts
And if we comparing this dollar I'm Roca fella up to par wit the Meek's
Got no bars for the weak I'm at large in the streets
I'm a fugitive all just and law get delete
This that raw I secrete from my pours I'm elite
I'm a problem attempting this war obsolete
On these DAWS I'm at least Krueger Saw wit the heat, bitch I'm Leather face facing a Raw of that green
Shawty naw on my meat got my balls going deep this the fall of the Persians I'm Sparta I feast
On ya corpses bitch I'm Captain Spaulding unleashed, body one thousand rappers they All get deceased
Making calls stacking plays rest to to Kobe in peace I'm a mamba I smoke that la Bamba and cheif I'm like woah
Time on my side god I know where to go
Watch me get it it wit flow
Keep it wet wit the blow she obsessed wit the snow
I'm a mess but I'm blessed fuck ya stress I get low
And like cess you get smoked I'm like Hess wit the toke
Got the gas like Valero dinero's get blown
I'm Pacino get killed like you hector the toad no casino I'm royal my specks see the Show
Bitch I'm vexed on the road gotta flex fuck a hoe
Ain't no hot 97's but I'm next wit flow bitch let's go
I'm next wit the flow bitch let's go
Imma get it on my own aye
This just in here's a new bulletin
AGE The Gawd packed with them clips let them bullets in
Y'all of full of shit lit off piff that I'm pulling in
Packs I get smacked off that purple no gelatin
Bitch I relish in bars I'm a felon in charge of my prisoning sauve wit my mission in
Counting dividends dark like it's melanin mark in the game I'm a target try killing him
If you talking that fake bitch i cannot relate when it comes to your place there's no friend In him
Got a lot on my plate and there's no time to waste we just don't correlate there's no kin In him
I'm in synonym wit the diving I'm in
I meant divine intertwined wit the kid in him
But my innocence lost in the river swim good like I'm frank in this ocean I'm diving in
I mean diving in, bitch I'm riding in, I'm like Damien, I supply the sin
Son of angels and devil's I'm treading thin, between hell and the devil that's gliding in
Bitch my mind is a Helter Skelter watch me melt ya temple wit the drug I'm providing in
Ain't no rest for this wicked fella I'm a picket fence ya if vibe ain't where mines is in
For the time I'm in, on my mind is win
I'm sublime Santeria reside I'm him
Bitch I'm all the pocket I'm raw when I rock it same pocket where I keep my lighter in
Gotta flex loading clipse bitch I'm grinding in
On my crooked I shit slaughter ties wit grim
But I keep couple toolies on me couple rugers on me hit the spot tween ya eyes and Grin
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Writer(s): Jonathan Kunstadt
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