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like this
I'm good on the white, I get high like this
I'm so live like this
How have I never been in Vibe like this
I don't know a nigga that
Can scribe

your mind thinking
Negativity
Just tryna find the cause
Are you hearing me
I said that I am fine!
No you're not
Don't believe me
See my smile
Been at it

got bullets they take lives
I’m in the left lane
two babes
no roof on the highway
white girls
cocaine
caught her on a friday
and she got no soul
long

don’t have ta
Come and vibe wit me complete this captcha
If you a robot it’ll fucking catch ya
Is it an e is it a 3 that’s up to ye
Yeah, my complexity

of the evil, tryna look out for the people
Separatin from the fraudin hatin, man I promise my peers ain't my equals
Been in a lane by my lonely
I'm just tryn get

a fight and im hoping they don't pump lead
Wanna make my fist red
Ima let em try me, always move lively
Shoot i shoot back, gotta live wit no regret
Know

over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be

bitch, don't come by my palace
Split up a dutch cause it's mentally taxing
Don't want no shots cause that shit's fucking nasty
My plugs got restrictions,

flames
Hardest spitter this side of the land and the port
Moved from SoCal to Timbuktu
SOR PNW I rep
714 951 909
By the Law of Average, should I stay

the pace
So affected by judgment, I know I can't escape it
Embedded deep in my mental that I just can't erase
Complicated, I'm hoping to have it figured out.

complete (I done reached the road they call the D) 

I need whips like I'm Leno 
Lowkey but not a pinto 
Self defense we out the window 
Cool nigga don

we slanging the Yayo
Cause everybody don't get accepted to Yale
Meditate to go beyond what they know
Leaps of faith taken by the unfaithful

While they

Bitch I cook it up

Geist, poltergeist 

Bitches drinking up

Poltergeist





Move off the strength 

Yeah by my dolo

Fucking these broads

Don

as psychotic
And scizophrenic's a tune you don't
Want to vibe to or want to live your life to
A tune you can't exactly rest your
Head and close your eyes

You either gon' love me or hate me (facts)
I don't fuck with none of these rappers
Surrounded by killers, connected with trappers (trappers)
I ain't

stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?

(With

Catch me Slidin' down Golf Links, Extra flossy
You don't want me, man This is Stash City When Niggas draw down them Blasts and keep
Them bails hid away

lyrics like it's scripted from a movie role
That's cause I spent those countless hours working in the studio
I rap better off that Don Julio
I had her

can't turn the other cheek
Nah, I'm gon' handle all my quarrels
And I don't play by my respect nigga
You better give me all my laurels
I would die about

I do it to let you know
When you're going through your own
You don't have to be alone
I won't stand idly by
Indifference I don't condone
So there's

and done
I still fight for what I love
Ima never switch lanes 
Till the day that I fall 

They still hating on the low
They don't wanna see us grow 
They

(Sheesh)

Holding it in like nobody can relate (Bro, come on mane)
But everybody's at stake mane! (What are they doing)
Passing right by, don't let me

Yeah
Bitch
Mr. Beretta 2, don't fuck around
Yeah
Stormz got some hits, b-boy

Yeah
Yeah
Look
I tell them pop out
I call up some hittas who pull

you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my