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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i only get money, these tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your underwear with
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you rope
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather a picture
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
thousand haters writin' bout my jams
want a one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all where you stand