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all of y'all to go and smile more
In America they do us dirty like the tile floor
If it ain't a racist mothafucka, it's my own kin
The skin light, but

for this
Outta control she don't wanna a controlla
Circus tricks like Barnaby
Ain't of us safe when she winding her waste
She know what doing she know

talking you're on like feces
I'm peanut butter, to the Reeses
My raps accustomed to the real but lonely, up at a spot
Most niggas missing by a mile
I'm

know you won't take my money
Just let me be a good dude
And I don't mean nothin' by it man I just really like you
Man I ain't never experience this shit

Y'all heard what she said
It's time for elevation
They passing laws tryna erase history
Like they didn't have us out there on the plantation
But we

She ain't really bad, I can tell by her toes
Then again, I can tell her water flows
Goin' outside, pushin' Z end of alphabet
See how I step, yeah, she

with us, ain't catch no hat
I seen them dissing on the net, I'm in that hood like where they at
With lil Rekk, we thuggin bad, we bound to crash, we

like their father
Trap or die shit, I'm in the Honda
Check my receipts, look, these numbers is wild
Crib by the beach, me and Bub up in chow
Talk is

Got too many followers, and not enough leaders
Like having too many students, and not enough teachers
I'm raised inside a banging zone, couldn't play

wantin' to hit that, tap that, girl no foolery
I can show you off like jewelry, I been workin on my fluency
Dick her down so good, yeah on the hood she

Now i'm running back for a pretty lady with a big purse
Like we both work
I've just tryna make all my cheese
And still keep the cows and the goats

Produced by: yz虎
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Yeah, aye
Count one two
Shit got intense like World War II, yeah
Runnin’ ‘round lions and tigers

I was raised by my pops so I don't really have patience
I done slid through every light cause I don't really like waiting
I was loading up them bags

time it nuh rust
Ashes to Ahses ye dust to dust dem a
Fraus Z Tech give dem an applause
Hot up d place just like pepper sauce
Rass dem down widi blicki

acting like bouncers
Called up my daemon told him bring the madness
The artist, the brutally honest
Who overcame neurosis
Favored by God like Moses
Hated

like a rose in the concrete
I don't see toes when you scream your 10 toes deep, weak
I need the guap, but I don't need the green
I got my fam, and I

all the trolls
Hey Galick-Z where are you going?
Planting new seeds I'm planning on growing
Fruits of new labour on fields I be mowing
Grass ain’t just

right to you
The seed that you sow will one day be your fruit
Tell me why are you offended by the truth
You withhold good
From those whom it is due
Our

Like a big
Riptide
You surround me from the 
Inside
I wish we could do this every night
Stay up late and
Watch the sun rise
You and I 
Us
We
Could have

Nappy headed Brooklyn kid building blocks to building bricks og'z and pimps recruit the hoes just to flood the strip lil homie yea I know that you

From long time
I was killing it without enough traction now I get joy cos there's too much action
Z4REAL you got too much passion
Dinnly dash
Only be

wrong
You trying go thru your pride
You got to put it aside
Got too further the culture
You see us on them posters
Now fuck it stay focus
Like ford I stay

shit be collapsing like the cold mine
Pull up with 45 and let that nigga hold 5
Who my cloths by

break out
I'mma break out!

Breakout like acne
Everybody been talking, but don't at me
Tryna build a box of their goals to trap me, then attack me
Nah, I