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The raw combination, the destination
Number one tote a gun with no hesitation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by
cause he's as big as a house
Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states
I live in plush
were supposed to protect you
We bringing it back
We giving it back
By singing the facts
The people react
The start of the track
From front to the back
We
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear
One love with
[Bonus Track]
He's back! Painful memories and a restless soul cause him to come back,
back to save the souls which he lives off. But... he wants
that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti that jizzin' can't control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
unleash wrath and death on every track I wreck
I was Ready to Die, this Life After Death
A second chance to advance and demand respect
I'm back and yes, I'm
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
of y'all know it
I could burp on a beat and y'all rappers would probably quote it
Hercules, I'm hurting these phonies
Overly flowed with bonus quotas from my
humble to remain focus
I'm Brain poking
That Henny Black it hit me like the hidden lotus
Wanna quit but no I can't show it
A big bonus
The money
listen to it
Big Krit emphasized to put some soul in the music
Weed ain't stop Spitta and Wiz from banking mills
Dom’s bonus verse in Locals Only equals
from my parents
But all that did was open me up sell my heart big sale clearance
Walking wreck
Just give me a sec
Even crying I'll show up
See how far we
an axe
Run you over on train tracks
Yeah, Landon's my camera man
You were hit by a frying pan
I'll put you in a can
Stuff you in a van
Then, make you get
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Aite
So come on pull up with that smoke
I’m smoking this gelato at the store on Beatties Ford
He hollering bout a drive by I’m a walk up on that Ford
Boy
going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
Come one
Come all
No faves
Just y'all
How far
Y'all fall
I'm up
You're small
I just wanted to drop by
To let my spit fly
Let my demons lie in a grave
that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti that jizzin' can't control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
slow
Windows low
I was taught by the best to do the one
And gain control of this game
And be sold not told And So
I'ma rep for be -O-O-T see-A-M-P
Cause
Cold
You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark
know but you don't know do ya!
Live your life by the rumours, confusion that's the sort of shit that a fool does
I'm so sick I could make a sneeze cough
Ayo we got Chick fil A on the track
Squaaaaaaa
Rwwaaaaaaaw
Today's not Sunday
You know what that means
Today is funday
Chick fil a-delay-delay
I
by
You might have set the bar, but I set it high
And now that I'm on the track
You're gonna exercise
Your legs and thighs until you're
Outta breath
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