3:30 (feat. J NICS)
Drew Swace
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Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeahhh yeah It's Swacey baby from the block Yo, Uh Had the trap jumping in the burbs Who the f*ck told you different Getting suckings and been fucking local women Shoot em up with precision I run amok, for bucks I'm on a mission Missionary style, she love it when I'm in it The feind caught a seizure Supreme dark achiever Ain't coughing cause of covid boy, just hits off the ether Might hit raw and leave her , but I won't link again Its the group chat wrecker, boy i'm fucking on her friend Never end And its back to the music, I'm strapped but you knew this Mummifying niggas like Anubis Ya wifey in my crib like a nudist, I think you need a new bitch Sigh, I see you can't handle what the truth is Rocking flannels on a camel tripping acid, still II'm lucid I just pass the cash to Lucas, if I want a work of art Became a victim of addiction now I need a perc to start Reverse my thoughts and stop the hurting on my heart If you don't like me come and see me Come get that shit up off ya chest Just got a new chop, I'ma test I heard the them hoes want smoke So I took it on the road Serve ya momma by the O I had to get me a check I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit Yaow ohh I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit Yea yea yea yea yeaa We build blocks like Lego Eating early like Eggos And bring life like Prego But still keep a stick like Donatello From the surface thought I was a cool fellow Underneath temper boiling from a simple hello Put you ass to sleep like a comfy pillow In the dungeon where it's dark And the smoke billows The most beautiful music played on a Cello Memories like a image in a old photo So faded don't know who I am no mo' Is it growth? Or something deeper Raising middle fingers Mother praising Jesus I'm trying to dodge the heathens Eye for an eye, squares like Even Steven Pie for a Pi, .40 Cals shipped from Cleveland No wonder we so cavalier Why they bob and weaving Duck hunting season If you don't like me come and see me Come get that shit up off ya chest Just got a new chop, I'ma test I heard the them hoes want smoke So I took it on the road Serve ya momma by the O I had to get me a check I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit Yaow ohh I'm on some hot shit, bend ya block shit Yea yea yea yea yeaa
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