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Head shots expose brain features
Break down a gram of that loud
Then twist the blunt like gang fingers
Poverty an insane Libra 
Put a nigga in the game

Yeah, AOTP! Army of the Pharaoh Clique!
Dummy! Ha ha hahaha!

I run with gram smugglers
(aww) , Afghanistan Kush puffers (who else?)
Future lung

sorry
Lean in my cup, she wanna fuck
Molly for lunch with the fruit punch
I seen your bitch comin', I might had to duck
I don't wanna fuck 'cause that

God, with no disguise
We roll the dice and hope the soul unties
Reap the fruit with no bow tie
Sensitive Pisces, still thuggin', baby, ain't 'fraid

Say what I'm supposed to say this time
Okay I got it, shit i done came down hold up
I say roll up, she say my dick nasty
I wrap it with a fruit roll

Yo
Don't run man down with the shivs or a pumpy
Come bun grams in the sticks in the country
Judge me cuss me calm I'm comfy
Humble yourself you

Hit my nigga Cam for some grams of the fire
Went to Shell for some shells
And they all knew
I smell like marijuana
Oouee Oouee
I smell like marijuana

shell
My bag full of exotical fruits
And my cheese like Babybell
Like a turtle I come to shell
My skunks got a whole lot of smell
I deal with

I'm a Ganja Gamer
Ganja Gamer, Ganja Gamer
Hit the bong and sing along if you're a Ganja Gamer


[Verse]

Handed a gram, I've been planning the course,

Blunt wraps, we roll 'em
In the streets where they poke 'em
No recruitment, still they chosen
On the gram, that's no posing
Tied up like it's shoe

the finest fruit 
and i'm about to blow a check on a coupe
if you aint snitching homie then show me proof
or we can send them rounds at your crew
flip a brick

of steel cuffin, because we bake muffin
Food for the soul got my whole clan coughing
1000 gram got a G in the fucking coffin (Rip)
They proudly whisperin

I pack a doob with my dudes
You know I, pack the juice with some passion fruits
Ain’t nobody's attitude that could splash my cool cuz I
I ain’t got no

Mother Amerikkka

Fashawn

Mother Amerikkka

2016

his noodle's hanging outside of his dome
Mama gotta pay for the funeral, need a loan
She'll be lucky if his murder even make the news
I feel a pain