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I think its kinda funny how you think you're on my mind
Got me crushing up promethazine to put into my sprite
If i mix it with a xan, it'll numb me
Audemars from Francois so I can stay ahead of time, ha
Catchin' Ms and I been catchin' tens
So many Bentleys and Rolls Royces, I can't trust a Benz
How
thing i know that i can't lose
Couldn't tell you just how many of my bands blue
Couldn't tell you how many women i ran through
So instead let's just focus
ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los,
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
and meth mix he carried
With us or her
Ugh, how fucking uncool is that
I guess Pam got some, ew
I smile now, writing this, remembering Patty playing
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Motivated by the money, how it should be
He was hating, now we pull up on him, make him do the Dougie
Back in 2017, wearing Thrasher, wearing Stussy
Now it's
I trIed
She Is Beyond the Balance
How many me's are there?
How many you's?
How do I get away when the paIr that I choose to belIeve exIsts
Is lIke
Yo, How long it take you to write this?
Bet
I seen A flame from A bush on the mountain of Kush
Heard the voice of many waters saying "come here
first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move
Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had
this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get
lace behind my calf
Might throw up, ate too many bars, this is not a snack
You threw up straight from a bar, had more than a snack
Should've grown up way
vegan
I could tell by the way
She was planted
In my thoughts..
Have you accomplished all the Things you were plannin
Those long talks
We had several about
throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
Puttin your shit to the pave', heatin and meetin the gauge
Live in the land
and tell the DJ
Yo throw the wax on, how many MC's must get dead?
Putting your shit in the pave Hitting them mean with the gauge
Me Lil' Lay with Rip,
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
Beautiful Black mothers, you raised so many of us
They built abortion clinics by your house to take you from us
Beautiful Black fathers, I know your back
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
tune with how it is
No one wants to watch their family leave them in the shit
You were there from day one and I barely knew our mix
I feel like
maintain 10 toes Down in da dirt
Stand my ground refuse to budge
From da mud I grew
Only loved by few
Secretly hated by many
Many men done wished death
by a slag, how you say you know me but we never go back (gang)
Wooski hungry cuz he smoking they pack (pack)
Shit get litty once they copy the swag
It's been a long time I shouldn'na left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up I'm sorry I
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