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Longboard in the streets posting vogue
Getting followed by the trees living next door to Alice
Wearing all our gold
Two dollar store for all our clothes
They

If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

There's one covering every door
Don't question me that for sure 
This beat hit like a hammer 
So I guess that makes me Thor 
Ya you want some more

How you

I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
​​​​​​ That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he

Don't let the door
Hit you when you see me eatin' all the cake
I'm red like rare steak, I'm special
I sized you up when I met you
You a pop fly, won't

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

who I are
Like, do they understand it?
The crafty never get undercut
By the upper handed
I eat so much on these beats
When this shit cut off
I’m like

nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

endure
Don't know how much I'll endure
I been making bad decisions out the door
I don't really give a fuck anymore
Mama proud of me, I'm not sure
I'm

open up the door they slidin through the Kevin gates
Say I won't go up on tour but then I hit 11 states
Say I won't go out with 4 but got my needs wit

There's no chorus in this whole damn song,
I'm warning you before so you don't get bored and not tag along
I'm a force to be reckoned with, Doors I

want that smoke you can come and pull up on me
I been waitin by the door wardy come and pull up on me
I′m not talkin about the smoke when I say I keep it

today
Huh!
Yuh
Most days I feel like the bad guy (Bad guy)
Superbad beat the devil by a landslide
(Huh!)
Leave a hand unshook
Josh these hearts since mine

to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still

you never make sure
I know the sweets and I go send them in bulk
Why don't they let us to come in the door
I don't need permission I ain't got a boss

Chilling by the palm trees long bread come with tall cheese
Being a boss come with small fees
It ain't a crime unless the law sees

I got hating niggas that

that's past tense
Long as it get me there
Safe and its a fast jet
From popping doors
In my cell
To popping champagne
Promote my album
Like a presidential

i could ever be, coz i love me, i'm just proud to be me yeh

So as i walk out the front door the children play their games, i wave at some passers by

I'm coming home
Yeah
All right, so I told her like

Goodbye, won't be seeing me around no more
Made that call, bounced out the door, peace out
Look,

door boy
I started rappin' because the pain was deep
And I done seen too much bloodshed to sleep
So I'm geeked to the peak
With no words to speak
And all

little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut

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Lauwtje

Lauws

2019

B-B-B-Beats by Esko
Esko!

Dit is die drip walk
Dansend kom ik binnen, net een cribwalk
Bitch, je kan niet staan in m'n lane
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