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My life's a movie it should be on a big screen
Little nightmares and big dreams
Groomed chubby nigga I get clean
Niggas attitudes is wrinkled to they

Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get

Curved the hex, Why you wanna do me grimy?
Time canceled out in dreams
Black Yaki Rhyme weave, HD full screen
Side piece peaked, leak coconut cream
Ocean

a profit

Got, nickels and diamonds we rollin' and lightin'
Talkin' that lick on a spliff
Grab all these packages smoke with the African's
Getting real

a little bit of credit
You jelly mutha fuckas make my jams
The only thing you smoke is a meat cigar
Why you flexing’ round here, better slow your roll
I

I can hear the buzzing
from machines inside
a hundred screens all lit up
Digital noises, pixelated fireflies

Let the crowd surround me
Let them

How dare you!?
Words & Music: Marcus Testory

I've seen deserts veiled in wads of smoke,
I've seen the winged death, guided to explode.
I've seen

mean?
I don't want that nigga, my IG just stay on his screen (yeah)
Pretty bitch (ayy)
Yeah, he know that I'm with the shits
My friend got a nigga

Behold the smoke and mirrors see I'm through with the illusion
Minds losing any clue when the confusion's so abusive
The scapegoats are flamed when

there's bigger houses and some better cars to drive
A screen to feel connected 
A pill to kill the pain
A ladder to convince you that your climbing's not in

It ain't a real boy that suffers with its guts on the screen

I got a long list of criticism for my superiors
That I hoist like a heater from

surface
A grief stricken anatomy resides below
Its cities and streets have been choked
By clouds of black ash and smoke
The trade has been made and we will

Burt Reynolds ruled the silver screen 
everybody had a handle and a new C.B. 
Rich or poor it didn't mean nothing 
if you didn't have a shirt that said

talk but, I'll let you proceed
Don't drink or smoke, ladies, it's gross to me
Smooth's gonna be hopping on the next verse
He's gonna put y'all bitch

you thought you were so sure of, or the Camera Obscura?

VERSE 2:

Day turns to night the master's screen obscures the blight. 
Time infects the facts.

wholesome
I don't need no more clout, ho, watch your mouth, always tryna post some
Keep my Glock on me, I hop out front seat tryna smoke some
Keep

a nigga u Neva seen B4
U shoulda signed the Peace Treaty B4
U got yo punk azz blown thru
That MF screen door! Where's ur whore?
Let's explore The game I

Bugatti
Big body blunts, trunk doing karate
Fifth do Jin-jit's, I can set pick
Watch me screen and roll with
Narcotics in your system
Got cocaine in my

I remember when I use to smoke
Eyes mad low, Coz I smoked mad blow
Yup times when I had no hope
I was so throwed and my mind so gone
But then I heard

Well, I saw her
On a movie screen
She doesn't really 
Look that mean
But the way she moves
Puts me in heaven
She's hotter than 007

Like a ton

smoke
The Westside baby loc and T goin for broke
So like peep it how we deal it
Keep it if you feel it
All the set-trippin, kill it
It only takes a minute

got two bitches and they got one me cos there’s no competition
She like my pics, break the screen baby girl show me it’s real
Came out the mist, I want

Young as smoke that slips away
Just let me find my innocence, Desire to be a child again
Retrace reason, simple thinking, I know we will find

and void
I reek of smoke and ash
My heart is a dark black smear
And I ain’t got no spending cash
 
I’ve removed that fucking sensor
You implanted in my head