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of my feet
I got a fucken smoke but forgot my fucken lighter
But it don't fucken matter cuz my raps be fucken tighter
Like compressed gas  I add spark cuz

suppressed
My foot on da gas and my trigger compressed
My strap on my belt a nigga never naked
I'm walking in and I look like a check
Codeine dreams money my

much pain I'm taking them meds
Only happy when I smoke on the gas
Tryna distress
Feeling Compressed
Bitch I'm in hell Please save muh ass
Hate muh old

A blast from infinity 
Compressed dust and gas
Vortex turned implosion 
Marked the birth of this world
Time had no meaning then 
Forever had not

glad we meet
More realer than these niggas man she ain't like the rest 
We ain't selling reggie we sell gas that is compressed 
Who would ever thought

She don’t believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
(Uh huh)

And gas in my blunt watch me out smoke all of Canada
Fashion for punks I be lookin like the damage done
Shit out of luck you been searching for advantage

and compressed
Longing for simple hours
Where my thoughts can coalesce
Down on a street so dispossessed
Noble gas lights up this little empire
It's no wonder we

Fresher Than Ever

Young Money

Rise of an Empire [Clean]

2014

I remember I ain't have s***
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these n****s hating on a young n****
Stand up

and the
Freezer facin' the gas stove
Put glass at the colleges
Makin' sure the gat close
Fresh box of soda, shake it
Makin' sure it ain't no clumps
Oil base ain't

Fresher Than Ever

Young Money

Rise of an Empire

2014

remember I ain't have shit
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga
Stand up nigga, I will

EBT tryna see BET if you Want smoke thats a bet
Im at ya neck
Gas on my chest like a vest
Gas on my chest its compressed
She in a dress but Im tryna get

I'm rocking Ksubis
You don't know what's in 'em
She sucking me up like some venom
Boy, you flexing up in a rental
I'm smoking on gas, it smell

that was just one set, got your chest compressed, from the weight of my bars like a couple bench reps, Unsubtle like I’m uttering death threats, fuckin

lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This

pretend
Oooo
Gimme, gimme some class it's a laugh
And I'm feeling like gas need a mask to attack
I'll be coming right back take lap on a track
And I wish I

mich glasig 
augen sind rot und das gas wie smaragde ich fühl mich erst wohl ja wenn ich auf dem mars bin
zukunft ist tot und ich rauch grad mein achten

back when
I was slanging stress
It was all compressed
But I had the best
Wrapped in blue paper
With the candle wax
Wrapped in duck tape
With the suran

wit a vengeance 
Fight for independence, like my descendants 
Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence 
I blast in an instance, America's

creation music    politic It
both mystic +concrete
No one Dimension

Sound first -opp     
then com-pressed 
through Hell-Gates 
Reverberate across space +

The lamprey finds the eel
The snake bites the heel
Carbon becomes flesh
Then it gets compressed
A tale the gods will tell
As the gas begins to swell
A tale

another hit 
Koulshi kay3ayat baghi chi feat
Kanban harban wakha ba9i ga3ma jrit  
Shit 3awtani switch

Ain't gotta say a lot 
Cause I don't give a fuck 
My

pullin' up on me Serving that Thrax
Holding that Oscar the grouch Odor so stank think it was trash
All my partners on gas Citgo BP
And every one of them muh

Im all the way up on my shit
Aint no confusing me
Quality pure gas
It's no refusing me
When i was fd up
Nobody gave no boost to me
Now im bacc to cut