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The fear finding out losin someone I love by means of legal killin
They ain't run into a thug
By this I mean the pills, the ones doctor had perscribe
are just pixels
And DNA's coding that's activated by light and then crystallizes within you
64 codons
Six plus four like the bits in my tendo I play
special in a way
[Verse 1c]
One of the first was Lana, bought her sushi and some panties on the second date, first one was a little more appropriate to her
when they used to call me a chum
I used to be a bum
Sittin' by my self at lunch (heh)
And now I'm busy out here havin' my fun
Met a girl like Rosalina
to pinpoint snippets and
Save them in your notebook
A lot of people think they can become really
Skilled at something by watching
Others do it
Or even by
Yo! What we telling them
This nigga crazy
Brrr
Yah
Yah
Yah
Yah
I just need 20 seconds to fuckup the beat and fuck up the instrumental
To scatter
Clouds here roll & fold the sea, Kohler white chair stiff, grinding
Told the gang no, I work at 3, playing bout this is lying
People just stunt, they don't
peoples then I'm gone
But wait, I notice Momma with the cooking - ("Good looking")
The eggs, the grits, and yo the muffins
I guess I can sample a little
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move
to my classes, shackled in bonds
Money on my mind and a little on my wrist watch
All these motherfuckers busy watchin' TikToks, their brains switched off
little 3, little Gs
Hangin' by the high school, blowin' in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest
to
I speak the facts mixed
By you damn niggas that act quick
To hop on niggas sides after yapping shit back then
How you praising people round me
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
a sound so it's
No shocker that I'm somewhat of an anti socialist
People thought that something was wrong because I wasn't saying sh*t
But honestly those
love me a little
Tattoo on his chest with her name in the middle
And I know he miss her, won't play second fiddle
What's love got to do with me keeping
black n milds man I swear that shit reek
I can turn ah jack boy into bitch boy in ah second
Claiming that you rob people that just show me you ah peasant
to question why I
Came here in the first place
Why is it I can't relate?
Guess I don't quite see things that way
We say it's for the best
Two people broken
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
little shit who just straight annoys
Everybody, but people see me, they jump for joy
Thermodynamics, it's not created, but I will destroy
You with just
who claim to know
What's wrong with this world
Can't know anything at all
They're busy giving the orders
For us to build their second homes
think that it figures to you that you not taking care of your people too
Fireball, Casa, a little of Henny
Now she drunk and horny so we on all kinda bull
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