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Momma told me boy you better wear your mask
Cuz corona taking bodies
It gotta a whole task
Loading up so many bodies
Put em in a casket
Better play

Momma told me boy you better wear your mask
Cuz corona taking bodies
It gotta whole task
Loading up so many bodies
Put em in a casket
Better play

Stepping with that chrome all my niggas slanging iron
We gone up the murder rate and send a nigga to the sky 
If a nigga say it's smoke we loading up

I'm the shit with the paper like Charmin 
See the stench when I'm talkin
Rap is the crop that I harvest  
Drop medallions often 
Rate so alarmin

And you're loading up now (And you're loading up!)
And you're saying that you're fine (Saying that you're fine)
But you know that's a lie
Believe in

faded
I make it organic theses other niggas frantic
I'm here from the jump and I still ain't never landed
I'm so grateful for life I barely planned this
I

low, I overload my brain with chemicals
I feel my charge is getting low, think that I'm just kidding though
It's loading slow, the end approaches, cannot

Yeah I'm cruisin'
Highway to heaven I'll express I'm never losin'
Drive away miles away no drugs for my inducement
Or fly away at higher rates just

silent that 30 I'll make a hit
Yea I empty the whole clip
My swag head to toe my drip
You see my slime he loading it
My bitch a dime and she with the shits

drops rates, you can catch me buy the dip
When the VIX gets raised, you can catch me buy the dip
Loading my account up with funds, we direct deposit right

treating life like a loading screen
Can't look at your phone and the road
You don't have the eyes of a gecko
But at this rate you'll be dialing geico.
You

moved too loose in the past
But all my new tings gorgeous
Hahaha, yeah
Gone for a bit but I'm back now
For good this time I, swear
Rate me, hate me, it's

The Abduction

Wu-Tang Clan

The Piece Maker

2000

teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about

(Suge!)
Pussy niggas hating on me
(Pussy! Pussy!)
They be looking E-M-O
(Pussy! No!)
My shit lookin' so organic (What!?)
Their shit is some GMO (Alright!)

I would commute right to it

Ibiza's waiting for us
Where to go
Next stop
France so suave

Sometimes I get this feeling
Craving organic healing

So

The Truth

Common

Internal Affairs

1999

At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great
See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga
If it's only one, then why should it

Keep the money coming at constant rate yeah you know the drill
Imma Trap star serving clientele out in Baldwin Hills
I ain't never played for the Var

ll be Quoting 
Now I am imposing 
I live this hip hop life while Your posing 
Sorry video not loading
Now The page I am closing
As these people act

dethroned

No matter the outcome, I keep advancing
I'm loading up the canon
Dealing double damage
I got a home-field advantage
I'm outlandish
So why panic
My

ash and dust?
"Organic Rust" became an anthem for my lack of trust
In people's feelings being drowned in packs and cups
Yo
It's just a little Snap
But

floating
Honestly what it is, they don't care that I'm loading
In my chrysalis right now so they don't know that I'm potent
I'm coming through fast you

Open my eyes feel I'm on a new planet
Where every single life form wants to take advantage
Praising dollars like God, no dollar's organic
So what's

organic 
I don't rap about what they rap about 
I'm just out here trynna dot my I's and cross ma T's 

12 am me ne me squad just here we loading beats 
Came

rolling
At this rate no, slowing slowing
Victory is, loading, loading
Moving right I, know when, know when
They want me to, go in, go in
Change it up my