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I'm pestering, by the ring, I know you not ignoring me
My heart is blue, texts is green, I hope you got a 'Droid
I think it's over, but I'm under
his weed
Kirby don't like his attitude he's cocky now believe
So again he palms him off with more twigs and fuckin' seeds
But Chris ain't havin'
Uh, I'm just so far gone
October's on, Please leave me alone
Drunk off champagne screamin' in the phone
See my house is not a home, fuck is goin'
get eleven points off the word 'quagmire'
Fools can't see me and that's how it is
And that's how I like it and that's my biz
Beastie Beastie Boys
and we gonna get paid
Money on my mind that's everyday
She threw it back like it was a bouquet
Dior my baby I'm rocking palm ang'
We got the drip
been so low it make your knees hurt?
I can show you how to get back right
I make you mine by the end of the night, what’s hannin’
Tell me where you
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
TMZ, or caught slip'n by my niggaz rolling hella deep off in these streets
Theres rules to this and I ain't new to this, I'm born and bread
So go ahead
no beginner, I mastered the style I evented
Learned how to handle my business
Palm trees, drank filled up with bomb weed
Khaki shorts and long
nothing that's up, that's why I'm off in the wind
You me what's up, you ain't asking me shit
Catch the same palm I threw at you then
My bag got packed, I
the chocolate
I just took several pieces, I'm off it (Sheesh)
The hoe not hetero, she like her options
I look incredible plug in her socket
That bitch is hot get
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I got, I got, I got, I got
Loyalty, got royalty
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
letting em catch me
Where my bruddas at juss send my dogs to fetch me
Imma artist painting nigga and my palms is sketchy
I'm on the road getting money while
palm trees blow through hills
Roads slither like vipers
Brace yourself this might get real, yeah there's no one like us
They tryna hate cause they can't
'm sayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, C-Bo holdin' nothin' back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
a promise I said I won't go back[00:29.38]I Got back on my feet and start fighting these demons in the back of the church[00:33.16]Where I think he didn't see
an eccentric… building worlds, with led based golden templates... where rivers stand still… wings get dirty… and even the angels set trip… I, myself, centered, my
vex
In class all by myself, have to pass no test
Bullet from a gun coming hard and direct
So link our palm you better link our palm
And I'll continue
show teeth run slow off the edge
It goes
Get up
Shit's bout to get real show teeth run slow off the edge
It goes
Get up
Arms up
Palms down
Powder
'm ten years deep and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to snipe
Yeah, by
kind of shit
Kept a bag by the door to take off, flight risk
Wait a second captain, why's this plane empty
I'm searching for the flight attendant,
These hoes wanna get by
My cro's wanna get high
You're my Southern California sun
The palm trees in my lungs
Ice cream on the beach when you give me that
seconds[00:59.65]Progression[01:00.29]The same ones I'm praying for asking me questions[01:02.53]Get with the Bible[01:03.25]I'll send you the verses on insta[01:04.75]If you ain't get none
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