Lyrics:
don't want the smoke
Cuz you'll get choked like Marshall Pope while he tried to freestyle his poem
Who am I to kill your flows?
Am I rhyming with a sinus?
myself safely in a silent cell in a silent prison
Keep focused, John, get your
Big grind on tomorrow
Keep your eyes on your own target or else
Find you
Straight up without an edit
I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow
I smoke weed until my eyes are sore
I make beats, play chords,
mescaline hit ya, nigga, bet you piss your denim
Hope you rollin' with 'em 'cuz them boys takin' none, son
Right between the eyes, get your back if you run,
the culture
Growing up to be the man i was brought up to be
I can't lie
Whenever you look in my eyes
And i wanna feel
Your body done pressing up
I really can't
all up in your grill, nigga
Drama, holla at your nigga
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) i won't lose me, y'all
Nope this is the Dedication!
Rest in peace! (Gangsta
Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker
I make papers and see more new cars than bob barker
'cause if the price ain't right then it's time
eye-to-eye but he's acting weird
I think he's evil in disguise, he tryna make me feared
But I see-through your visions, see-through you vicious bitches
You
Never let it go
Imma chill at home to feel right
Need a little smoke just to
Get a bit of dome and I feel right
Never let it go
Imma chill at home
match going for the killy
I smoke the gas, I roll by the 8th
Eyes red, mask on my face
Spilling ya cups and taking your plates
You niggas is monkeys,
to your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was
the bottom of empty stomachs
Yo I shoved it in your throat, choke
Your theory; sunken boat
Minus treasure plus disgusting quotes
And unclever blokes
Blink,
to roll
Left eye look through your soul
I'm blinded by love while I'm winking at you
I'm thinking out loud so you know I'm always thinking 'bout you
know what I been through
(You don't know)
Say it's smoke, then be about it
Get your issue (Say it's smoke)
Attach the scope, so from afar
I still can hit
like I spit off the top of they mind
I just be tryna get high
The smoke finna make me go blind
I do not fuck with your kind
You just a Gold digging bitch
and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
They say I'm grimey, I'm
I know
My little baby's here to ride
She get me higher than this dope
She's staying right here by my side
Just like my eyes be staying low
Need your
suggest it be best if we get by
I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome
I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them
I ain't
right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get
to pull out his gat
Bullets exit through his back
Now his mama in all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
To carry their dead homie
burst
Tell me would that really be the worst if your stuck in the dark
And you couldn't find the light
Just rolled a blunt with no lighter in sight
mind
Started writing them down turned to rap in no time
Been soaking up the light you can see by my shine
A mind like wine just gets better with time
fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome nine
And shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'm a get that
and dying
Hard times
Look over your peoples cause everybody dying
Osama-sama Bin Laden is dropping bombs man
In a situation like this
How can I reach calm
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