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My flow is my water
My water is my bounce
Put it through the filter baby
Every drop counts
My flow is my product
My product is my ounce
Put it

lips
Toss your filter to the wind

It's been a while since that apartment complex
And you're not as funny but I think it's great
The way that you still

when you pass
No more chasing you through the grass
Raising your hand but I never asked
All these bands are getting amassed

Life's fun but it doesn't

weed, Get High, High Life, No Band
High Life, No Band
Smoke weed, Get High, High Life, No Band
High Life, No Band
Emi like kinma fagbo pelu filter
Make i

Seven

Shabaam Sahdeeq

The Underground Railroad

2000

feat. El-P, J-Live, Mr. Complex, Shabaam Sahdeeq
[?]
I'm workin hard son certain to get the job done
Excuse me flirtin with stardom but not

Jesus, Messiah, sacrilegious liar, make your offering, cast your child into a fire
Got that holy spirit filling me
When using lighters
God complex

I don't even need a ghost
Got real life stories I don't even need to post
Banadu kutte jaisi shakal jaise Snapchat filter
Baat kar mil kar
Bars se

concepts
Simple and complex blowin' like a bomb vest
Files too big, even Windows couldn't compress
I be mad consistent like the
Periods you girls get

I'm depressed
So I express these concepts wrapped in context

Monadic interface, complex algebra unfurled
I'm an open source contributor to Aldous

And what we not gon do is act like
Yeah
Ok den
Ok den
Ok den
Yeah
And what we not gon' do is act like
I ain't running a band up
What she not gon do

as the time we spent over solid weeks

These simple things become complex 
Words conjugated between peach cigarettes
SMoke suffocating distant regrets 

That I

shit but now half my cards are lit
And I could keep that image going but fuck it man just pass the
Don't settle for settling I can do better whatever

Hook:
Go best friend fuck it up
The cash I run it up
Your man he call me up 
I pass Nascar 
The cash run it up 
Get cash run it up
The cash run it up

Pullin on my dreads
She scratch my back up when she tap out
Leavin hickies on my neck
We smoke n fuck until we pass out
Wake up do it all again
She love it

Friend said he had a Chris pass filter 
That's ridiculous and hurtful 
But still I'm on a mission and I'm workin'
I'm feeling like an itty bitty

Gods)
The way that we lifting up our whole damn mob by letting it fall (lift up the mob)
Cuz being a savior ain't complex (you know it's not)
It's just

of they slang
Wanted all of they fame, wanted all they bling
Yo homie pass me some of that Domo strain
I should've start a band
I should've been in

fuckin' titties
Shit, all my niggas' finger itchin'
All my niggas pass a chrome hard, you know all the windows tinted
I come through yo' block and make

tiny rounds
But the harsh distastes of Mr. Pass filter any other sounds
The band is striking up, a digestivo to your meal
Don't venture far, the back

love and loyalty
Drop a bag on little things like corner store employees
See I always had the passion to pass niggas before me
But I'm always in

bigger than [?]
Screaming O murder can't do no telling
I cut your ass like a watermelon
Three hundred racks just to see my children
Bands in my [?] to make

to the thottie, I'm breakin' her body
Switch it then pass her to Lil Yachty
Over sea bitch, got her on her knees
100 bands, can't sit on double Gs
That's your ho

When I'm at my best
If I pass this test
I guessed I'm blessed
But I can't confess cus I ain't got words to express
How I feels complex
See my G blowing

apartment complex
I leave her on read when she sending me them texts
I made like ten bands off of scamming, and fake checks
Bro said he want feature, I'ma