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Mastad0n

Mastad0n is a heavy metal band from Atlanta, Georgia. They are known for their complex and innovative sound, incorporating elements of progressive rock, sludge metal, and stoner rock. The band has gained critical acclaim and a dedicated fanbase for their technical musicianship and powerful live performances. more »

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Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him
We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom
So I came to develop and grow like a garden
But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed
Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it
Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party
And I'm living too gnarly
Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets
They want action let it be what it be
Gotta get it, I ain't living for free
Lot of hundreds that we all want to see
(Niggas gone take some)
They may yellow tape you
Depending on how you giving up the paper
My people shooting like they play for the Lakers
We riding around with that K for the capers

I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par
Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton 
I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon
And we smoking exotic, nobody farting
Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room
Lot of guns, you can choose your doom
Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose
These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo
Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down
I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town
She hop in the panoramic and get beat down
I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds
Buy it for one and I sell it for two
Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe
She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup
And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup
Never doubt, I've never been in a drought
Keep it coming in and getting it out
Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount
Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth
If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate
Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe
Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake
They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate
Hey

Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him
We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom
So I came to develop and grow like a garden
But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed
Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it
Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party
And I'm living too gnarly
Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets
They want action let it be what it be
Gotta get it, I ain't living for free
Lot of hundreds that we all want to see
(Niggas gone take some)
They may yellow tape you
Depending on how you giving up the paper
My people shooting like they play for the Lakers
We riding around with that K for the capers

My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie
He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly
I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly
And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy
I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid
He thought all that talking was slick so we slid
You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich
I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks
Don't call me by my government, call me Masta
My music meant for all the trappers and bastards
Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent
Start a change, but they're ending it faster
I told them young niggas stop playing with guns
Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun
I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done
Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun
Hellcat the highway to heaven
Size 17, boy I really be stepping
Crush up your fingers so f*ck who you're repping
And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon
Nigga free SK know we go EBK
Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave
Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say?
Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait
We still upping the rate

Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him
We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom
So I came to develop and grow like a garden
But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed
Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it
Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party
And I'm living too gnarly
Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets
They want action let it be what it be
Gotta get it, I ain't living for free
Lot of hundreds that we all want to see
(Niggas gone take some)
They may yellow tape you
Depending on how you giving up the paper
My people shooting like they play for the Lakers
We riding around with that K for the capers

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