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Wood grain gripping, patron glass tipping
Jesse White kids ain't the only ones flipping
Seeds and sticks missing, loud in the swish and
Looking for the blow A-Rhymes had ya fixings
Now I got the shit that make your eyes start twitching
But that third eye take you where the Matrix start glitching
Wondering, why the greats come up missing
And seeing the God behind them triple six sixes
I got a flow that make the beat start hitting
Going acapella but I really could dismiss it
When my words spiritually straight fit in
Same time so G, like the lean on my fitted
Since junior high I was classified gifted
Couldn't wait for the bell just so I could get lifted
Reg, the dro, but the kush it would get em
Enhanced my mind and had spiritual symptoms
High like the rims on an old school issue
Leather so soft when she blow here's a tissue
Make a bitch cough when I nut assault missiles
Sucking on my balls call them protein pistols
Me I had issues, crazy in the mental
More than should I f*ck with a Lexis or a Crystal
So I got rich, copped a Lexis and some Crystal
And a Lexis fucking Lexis watching Crystal drink some Cristal
Let them get loose let them girl go wild
Eyeing them both rubbing my chin in style
I'm from the Go, but to rhyme Chi-town
My Chi City niggas know how it goes down
Used to the sound of a loud tre pound
Or a M 80 blast when the holiday around
Adapt to the spite and the hate that's around
Bitch niggas always try to keep a top dog down
In the Go Crete jungle never room for a smile
Gotta keep your game face locked up in a frown
Niggas see ya slipping they might run up in your house
To ya spouse, just to put food in they seed mouth
Got you in a trap and it's hard to get around
A brick wall with ya hands kinda hard to knock down
Mentally where freedom seems so profound
But scissors cut the paper, but can't knock a rock down
So we hustled, that shit from the ground
We was selling ozs then we moved it to pounds
Graduated fine dimes from them bad bustdowns
Clicquot treatment when we touchdown
But probably in the back of your club right now
No VIP passes, room full of asses
I be in the heart of the club with the masses
I could never change, though my clothes, drastic
Seal in the cup so my legs are elastic
Peel on my hip carry steel not plastic
Club so hot that it feel like acid
Am I losing weight shit it feels like I'm fasting
Most rap acting, and labels be casting
Signing those contracts, shelve em, pass em
Giving they soul up for quick for the cashes
Pin full of greed no third eye glasses
Flow ain't crazy its spiritual madness,
Graduated Ali from the Cassius
Though its trife, stay real to the ashes
Never stopped sinning since Jesus was assassined
Friends wanna ask it and foes wanna grasp it
How I balance out with the glad and the sadness
The trap is in you, only you can surpass it
But in the meantime, smoke loud, get blasted
I ain't ever worried bout if I get blasted
45 stuck on me like molasses
It ain't my people that I'm worried bout testing
It's them snake eyes that I might put a mag in
Making much cheese got me done with the macking
Money is the issue, and hoes are distractions
Pussies are flowers, but money is power
My stocks are so loud, investments are louder
Flow sick like hot cold shower
Words on time like a new clock tower
Thoughts so deep like an ancient scholar
Mind so quick a boost of horsepower

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