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Vert let's go

Moles can show volume 
Two-two liters in its room 
Gotta add the point four after 'cuz you know that's what we do
Man my bars are really

On a field of honour where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And a house soon fold and no one stand
And I put my finger on and dialed

a friend from out of town
Business man passing by
Really like his shirt and tie
So I ask him for some real advice
Don't know why, he told me twice
That I

and methamphetamines

Locked up for the weed

Look who own the seeds

Streets like sesame, it’s all puppetry
Run by companies

Hook:
On flakka
X4
I can't control my arms

hangin out my pocket
Jewelry dancin
Just know i got that dree everytime a nigga landing
Hand crampin up im so tired of rubber banding
Why the fuck they

years have gone by
If my mind was still in place I would wonder why
When the marching men came they were stiff in the winter
They drug me to Jame's

see, deep crying out to deep
That's why I'm hearing every single word you ever speak
If you ever need a hand you don't even have to reach
Never saved by

Regenerative Ryan sending all the light and love to the farmers out there
Suicide rates among farmers are 6 times higher than the national average

FINDING OUT THAT THERE’S NO PLACE ELSE THAT I CAN RUN
YOU SEE, ME & MY FAMILY WERE HAVIN’ OUR SHARE OF PROBLEMS
AND I  WAS HANGIN’ ON THE END OF THE ROPE,

with a phat wood in my hand
Feel the warm breeze on my face
Inhale and take anotha taste
Nothn like that Cali breeze stay smokn on Cali trees
Nothn like

ima get mine
Is sad sad how yall acting now
Ion come around i don't stop by
Ion conversate wit you opp opp
Get off ya ass and go get it
Won't a hand out

the room
Your sunglasses won't save you now
You better find the light real soon
Your fabricated ego
Has gotten out of hand
You cry because your daddy
Never

making Noiz
Let's try it
The misconception bout being conscious is that
You gotta play the game and be without
So I sit down at my managers beach house

ground for nationalist hate
The American contingent was calling out for blood
Saying, "Those Africans are holding this up, where's the line for us?"
I

you planned
Cook this shit by hand, watch me throw it in the pan
Fuck it
3, 4 now, don't slow down
We go to the moon
I got some shit, and you know it's

paid by Jesus Christ
Isaiah 63:4 says for the day of vengeance was in my heart, and my year of redemption Has come
I can hear the drums of Zion welcoming

Deep inside
These 4 walls of dry wall plaster But I still get out at night and I
I love the drunk texts she sends Me in the morning
She writes

(Verse 2)
I see smiles everywhere 
people waving they're hands
like they don't care
we not here to cause trouble 
I'm feeling faded 
my feet wanna stumble

and it's still January
I'm still living alone in isolation
I feel like I'm in purgatory
What does it take to get me out of this two-by-four situation
Inside

& Ike's
Bald head bitch nigga finna fuck a dyke
Pour a four by twelve o'clock nigga really living life
Niggas talking on my name imma make em think twice

my way
Watching bread fly by like we selling what we make
Telling all my shooters they could lower their K's
But they always on, like a lock on a safe

and a lighter
I take justice (right) in my own fuckin hands
Skip court proceedings and witness stands
This ain't Helter Skelter I ain't Charlie Manson
But do what

chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old

Pull up to the dinner, in a raw chicken coupe
Top floor VIP, there's a skyline queue
cudemar dial like a Birds Eye view
So out the way, make them