Tabasco

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Psindigo

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Took a year off, but you know I'm always back at it
Music all up in my veins, a fuckin' track addict
And when the beat drop, I'm goin' Billy-Bats savage
Don't f*ck with the kid, he's a little bat-shit crazy
Just pass, don't play me
Just laugh, don't hate me, man the passion saved me
These cats so lazy
These fake-ass snakes, man they back-stab daily
See, the facts don't paint a perfect picture for ya, do they?
Still tobacco-blazin' when I make a track
Still dip my pen in Tabasco 'fore it hits the pad
Still seein' people get mad though, from these written raps
Man take a peep at the scoreboard, homie do the math!
Cause you ain't pullin' numbers
You ain't makin' digits
You a bitch mothafucka, you ain't doin' shit!
I had to lose to win, took a couple hundred shots
Swallowed down my pride, and I tell ya that shit burns a lot

How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, boy ya head be twistin' off!
How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, gotchu noddin' to this song!
Woop!

Took a year off, but you know I'm always back at it
Climbin' to the top and you could call it backpackin'
I left you in the dust, buried alive, and that's tragic
Instead you decided to bluff, I'm back in action!
I'm a beast, and I'm tearin' it up
Begin the morning with a triple-shot, no sharin' the mug
If you let the kid come through, he'll keep sharin' the love
Seem to receive a lot of hate though, wait
Don't care, give no fucks
About you, and your crew, or whatchu, gonna do
With yo life, or your views, see me on, interviews
After all, comin' soon, new mixtape, maybe two
I went through six fuckin' years of mistakes, but it's cool
A chill hippie dude, but on this paper I'm just bein' honest
Flowin' through the truth lagoon, the new age rockets launchin'
From sea to sea with unbelievable phonics
Read it, write it, speak it, spit it, like this beat, body all them
And we out

How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, boy ya head be twistin' off!
How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, gotchu noddin' to this song!
Woop!

How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, boy ya head be twistin' off!
How I whip my drive, it's not learned, earned or bought
Born down for the ride, you can tell from my discog. man
Eye for an eye, come and step up to me wrong
Have you lookin' to the side, gotchu noddin' to this song!
Woop!

Took a year off, but you know I'm always back at it...

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