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a day trip on the Gyrados
A young nigga feeling like Gary Oak
The 808s hit you with (hella sounds)
The bubble beam hit you with (hella Os)
And normally I

a small niche not even blacc market
Can find what you seek pitch blacc darkness
Proceed with precaution discrete like an auction
c solid oak tree can't be

you was worth
The whole bag
That's when I said it was tough
Oak up a brick in the truck
And he keep a grip tuck 
If you tryin for luck
Thirsty for what

From the booth to the street, Oak-C I'm ah beast
Growling so hungry, the beef is just meat
Rolling South Side as I hustle for mine
Catch me in

manifest talk
Don't gotta flex keep it content
But niggas a test ya
Oak gotta K it a chop away
And chew yo vest off
We not leaning toward no beef
Just paying

want your life to go up in smoke 
Like a heavy user addicted to coke 
Face disfigured like Star Wars Snoke 
Okay Carla I am passing the Oak

Don't make

know that we oak the shit 

And 
Ya bitch up on my line talking like she gon fuck the kid 

And 
She wanna fuck Kap but he just want the toppy shit

you shooting and I green the drain
Soon bling cars at twelve oaks, I finna swipe today
You looking hella gay with a crop top on a sunny day
Like a sunny

this
Back
Till the beginning
Hell I was 16
I was one of the three
Oak Cliff Kings
The year was 2000 and three
My label for always and ever
Kings E.N.T

soul
Protecting they bros
I come from the sticks that's Mossy Oaks
You not with that action
Man stop all that capping man what is you claiming
I'm

dropped they neck
I'm turnt up than a motherfucker, casamigos lit
It's OakBaby, PMF, you can't tell us shit
I been skydivin' off them Perc 10s
We crashed

SouthBound
Oak City to the fullest, hell yea we hold it down
I'm known for my production but my verses banging too
It's Lansky motherfucker K-Dizzle what it do

wood
consecrated to the primordial gods.
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass
celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og

OakBaby TBD, nigga
Southside, we outside
But we got steppers worldwide
Fuck you talkin' bout
Hey, bitch
Bitch
Bitch, I got worldwide killers
Give

E I can only be me
That motherfucking dude from the Oak City streets
Let my tongue hit my teeth and I kill the fucking beat
Chewing up some rappers

You could catch us up at 1Oak tho
Shawty mad cause she wonna go yeah
Wit yo silly ass cause you fronted hoe yeah
And we ain’t trippin’ off of none

aite (Let that man get cash, let that man get pass)

Take it-take it back to the O.A.K
Troopin' up and down the block ain't gave a fuck at the age of 8

Tough People Do

Brett Kissel

Country Heat 2015

2014

I remember being all dressed underneath that old oak tree
The day we laid my grandpa down
For thirteen years I've been his shadow, his little man

as apron ghosts
Sliding through your posts
As gentle as an Acorn
Solid as an Oak

Feeling like the man
That can stare at goats
Declassified labs
Bunch

won't wait for you at all
Underneath a shady oak is where I hide myself to collect my thoughts
Clouds rain, thunder rings through the sky
Lightning

the scent of scorched pines and oak
Forget the sight of the horizon cloaked in plumes of rising smoke
Pretend we never saw the sky turn the colour of blood

miss my fucking friends
Okay Osiris the feet oak in my lens
Like bro I don't got no plans
It's been a while since you've been in my ends
It's hard

as an Oak, don't want her weeping like a willow
I rather see her in St. Barth's her head sleeping on a pillow,
peace and tranquility, peep the silhouette 
made

First of all I just wanna say fuck Franklin
Fuck Oconomowoc
Fuck West Bend
Fuck Oak Creek
Fuck 'em all
But most of all
Fuck Tosa you big fat hoes