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the goons
The deacon of the region reekin' of booze
Yeah, speakin' of whom
It's the freakin' buffoon
With my dialogue bleepin' in the
Jeep in a dune
You fuck

This is a walk in the park
I'm doing em dirty
I guess I'll be leaving a mark
This is where I'm gonna start
By sending my distant regards
You far from

the tropical sprite be my potion
I'ma go cop me a tesla so it can drive me around, I be high as a fuck
Niggas don't know that we came up from nothin
We make it

This lady made me so taut like a robot.
More dope than cooking whole pots on a stove top.
Even coke rock couldn’t match the high she offers.

life but niggas invaded
The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin'
Need more, work harder, you bleed more
Malibu property right by the seashore

As far as falling prey to corporate manipulation
And the joke is
When he awoke his
Whole body was covered in Coke fizz
And the joke is
When he awoke

of weapons
And robots and goons
And a gold membership into the Legion of Doom
Beyond the doors of my fortress
It's pouring down rain
I'm no madman, man, no,

by faith
Strictly business guess the love was secret hate
Can't convince me that he real
Because he be faking for the fame
I peep the movement they

my religion I burned the bridges/ I gone astray too far to revisit / Seems to me they misinterpreted the scripture / Waging holy wars like he would

the tree that sparked any MC
And the fool that fell far was the Righteous
It was Cypress, let the media hype this
Promotion niggas snipe this
Push it like

as fuck if a nigga like me pull up in a Aston
I was like damn you be over east? She was like over there by Paxton
Take it back to the high school days not

dabs to the face, like was it an option
Fuck the city life man, I'm tryna go to the tropics
You would think I take xans by the way bars dropping
Been

B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop

My thought patterns are composed by a time-bomb for an author 
Like pigs to the slaughter
A symphony of self doubt sings out
Breath starts getting

Holding it down
Reppin the town
Fuck with the sound
Do it meaner
New demeanor
I've been going through it
Getting to it
I knew it
Flow getting fresher

it's more so fuck it I just do this
Waking up right at 4:30 AM
They wanna slay him but can't do it
I can see this shit happen from a far
That's why I'm

I didn't come this far just to stop here, man
Cuz if you can't be the best, then what are you really doing
It's just what I do
Let's go

You can see

switch
Or like light bill went past due, turn off that shit 
Or like soulmates were born there right by my side
But then how much would I appreciate

When I feel like "fuck it I've had enough"
Might as well bury my head in the
Sand and run from the world
No music or politics, I'm done
With all

star, They wanna steal my shine, but won’t get very far. Many were called. Only a few are chosen, It’s 33 Degrees, My left wrist frozen. Subzero,

you play
Detta vendetta
I'll have my guys put you right in yo place
Catch up can't catch up
Too far ahead got em doing the race
Better you gotta do

Choppa spitting like Eddy teacher
Carry out she a Eddy’s eater
By Mama Son’s and Far East
With the my mumbo sauce
Thats where I be
Real shit, all I

the lawyer I'm ducked off for a week
Trap house on the west plays on the east
Came from the south then moved to the city
Fuck it the bigger the ticket
Double

ain't my only face
Moody
I flirt with being buddhist
All about the movements and the cycles that we stuck in
I'm like fuck it
And I think this is perfect