Lyrics:
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All these fakes gotta drop
Like a photo gotta crop
Let em fall let em flop
(Aye)
Just another real one
All these fakes civilians (Yeah)
Chasing
the tanks start rollin'
The civilians applaud it
The armies mobilize, Wolverines in Red Dawn
Cassettes in the deck could
Transform to Decepticons
My favorite
haters look like Caesars civilians
Real shit real talk looking like I be hawk
Smoking herb flying on these weed crops
You're a bigger bitch than all of TMZ
a thot play me
Tryna take me out the picture but his crop game weak
Ever since that perc30 that I popped can't sleep
No thots in a rolls Royce
Just
So many people lost in the battlefield
Refuges in tents kids come grab a meal
Civilian died in front me he aint have a shield
The government makes
massive hop
Can I just swap
Harvesting rice, then seeding the crop
Give me the video, send or airdrop?
Oooh!
Taht flow was good!
Lemme switch it up little
Then Alt delete, clear the canvas
I am with it cause I got it
Snap the seed, Pick the crop and get the harvest
Crop the pic and post on socials, what
ur life tryna be what ur not
I can tell you about taping off a mans block
Or kicking off doors tryna take that crop
Stop stop please stop ur red so
How
a heart of stone
Agent orange down on civillian crops
Sprayed from over the treetops
They swarm all over the jungle
Flying horses made for war
The hawk
dude so I'll settle for a ring
Competition think they piling up mop it up
New nigga creeping the picture crop it up
I'm just tryna go platinum so I could
come the drummers
Dawn of Capricorn is upon us, goats, rice crops, and livestock freeze
It all fall, broken, snapped like some tight locked springs
No
the crimes on humanity
for all the innocent civilians who died by the hands of these
Luciferians and everybody who stand with them
Eye want they bodies in
knockin'
I take that out the picture when I edit and I crop it
I need to detox from toxic thots with the bullshit and their gossip
I got everybody with their
plots
Got my green out the dirt like kale crops, it was hell hot
Chicks wanna hold hands I say take ya ass to the nail shop
These cats be declawed, imma
safe, Keep Gaurd
Seek help, Thee Lawd
These boys
Mean
LST
Treetops Lean
Weed crops
We harvest
Sonic
Knock they noggins
Drop they rings
Overpopulus
I cross
Berkeley
Hearing the music I let it jerk me
It's making me move, yeah
It's taking my soul, yeah
I wake up and take a Claritin
Allergic to civilian Samaritans
rainy days while the land is dry with no crops
We go fight the locust
Now the cash is robust
I carry the wave like low cut
Play the game with low odds
'em Dipper, wi nuh regular civilian
Watch yuh perimeter roll wid di Beretta
Wid di lead inna dat picture get crop
If mi see di regular act
Dutty gun
lost the plot, at least I never lost my crop
Last chick she pissed me off, yeah she love bitch a lot
But she does the job, I bruk it out then send it
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