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Bick

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Aye
Hey
It's bick
We lit
Okay
Back in tha past back in the day
Livin it different im pickin my way
Pick my position and pick up whats missing
And We'll see who get to a different day
Wake up and bake never too late
Never too early im diggin my grave
Mind in the gutta while I'm burning rubba
I die for my brotha don't get in my face
Get in my face And you get my fade
Run up wit gun up im Catchin my case
Bullets we trade leavin a trace
we get deleted in Peices decay
Leave em for days demons n haze
Creep with no reasoning beef wit no seasonin
Peep the demeanor cause he been afraid
Just see what he say
bad kid when im half lit
Popov vodka gotta Have it
I took cat nap in Bat whip
Now I'm digging ditches goin Bat shit Cray
Like guano
Get a kiss like mono.
Get Pissed go Mono e mono
If ya Didn't listen i don't know
Listen different when I spit I get it
I'm a get it twisted with my Mask off
Grip the metal when I hit the pedal
I'ma twist ignition gotta blast off
Out there like I'm neutron
It's a new groove who are you on
Get ta choose two im a groupon
Ima crunch em up just like some Croutons
Uhhh
Im a Cruise ship
Get ya sinkin with some Loose lips
With them loose hips hit the moves quick
Sweep and clean up like a Q-tip
Im Not useless i got Two lips
Use em til im pushin Tulips
Cause I'm too lit it's abusive
Hit em wit it make em stupid
And say
Oh…no…
That was a bad one
Woe bro don't blow
I make you da last one
Go…slow….
I'll get you da fast one
Roho no flow
I'm back in the past son
Wooooooh
I'm back in da past
Nooooo
It happened so fast
Whyyyyy
Did I have to die
Liiiiiiiiiiiiight
I'm back in the sky
Cause
Back in tha past back in the day
Livin it different im pickin my way
Pick my position and pick up whats missing
And We'll see who get to a different day
Wake up and bake never too late
Never too early im diggin my grave
Mind in the gutta while I'm burning rubba
I die for my brotha don't get in my face
Flickin a bic
Pickin a path
flip it im rich
It's just a little but
That's what I get when
I'm mappin and pickin the caption
When I know the caption is picked
Actually happenin faster when I pick the path up
That hadn't been trampled to shit
Trappin is tragic not magic
I happened to back up and track
Now I'm actually rich
Treat me like liquor
The preacher gets sicker.
Just pick up you might take a sip
Stick like a sticker no
Pick like a picker
Im itchin cause i got the Tic
If I go quicker will
tension get thicker
Don't mentionin the mystical mix
Leave it to sender
With peace im delivered
Its finished im done I Submit
I wanna go Home
I'm all alone
I wanna go Home
I'm all alone

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