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Horí ti dom byt auto jak joint
Tancuj až kým nemáš krvavé nohy
Máme full house ty máš iba nízky pár
Máme soldout každý by chcel lístky k nám
Každý by

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, 
I'm glad
Guess that's your bad
Silly rabbit 
Trick you kidding, right?
Done tripping
Time passed
Ain't slipping 
Top class
Ha ha ha

yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame I stand by that
They call me Diizii but not 'cause they think I spun on some'
They call me Diizii 'cause

attention
Creepy wearing snakeskins
In a competition with me
They ones and I'm 10
Walkin by em, broke they necks, hella bent

I can't believe it
I can't, I

As I lay on top the bed and watch the patterns shift across the ceiling
I take a breath in and smell the air is unappealing
The vent's are filled

it
And by it I mean where I'm going
Till I'm already there
Or I'm on my way
All the way up to the top
Forever pressing my luck
Intention and perception

bitch! Got a boo boo!
Leave me fuckin 'lone
Been by myself today, yeah
I'ma ascend to another world
I think I'll be okay, yeah
I tried to get in contact

sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go

beat 
Let it rock 
I had to start over from the top 
Did I change from something that I'm not 
Or have I grown into a person in a different spot

Yeah
New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by fourteen to be an optimist
'Round late registration

Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding

Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out

buy my gun just for me to toss
Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin
I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets
Yeah I see

my mask off (mask off)
Niggas watchin', so fuck I axe off
But it's on me, don't mention the pass off
'Cause they don't wanna see me get to the top

moody
And it's fruitier than peaches and prunes
I was born and deformed by a beat with a boom
So swear allegiance to the legion of
The chief of the boons

pay me top dollar for this
Work 'cause it ain't cheap

Gotta pay me top dollar for this
Work 'cause it ain't cheap
I can never go out sad about a ho, no

You can get the chrome get
The fitted off your dome
This shit you think you know think
I'm kiddin' then you wrong
This ain't no song, just flexin' by

chicken, I'm a Popeye
(Ay)
Top from a thooter bitch she not mine (Ay)
Top from a thooter bitch she not mine (Ay)

Please don't hit my line unless
You got

Married to the streets, gift and a curse, but I'll still jump the broom
Seventy-five an eight, this ain't no zaza, this that silver spoon top shelf
I

I'm the top dog in this fight
Michael Vick on you bitch jetting to the mic
I can pitch shit I can throw you for a strike
Kershaw or Wainwright whichever

Yelling out what's that shit
You're playing mane
And I'm not playing games
I'm looking to just make it to the
Top and I won't stop killing it
Praying that

Top down cruisin' bumpin' Biggie by the ocean
Got me catchin' feelings right now
Take me downtown baby we can ride it while we're rolling
Light it

To ten, co nic nie miał, więc twój top zmienia się w miał
Pchają te suchary, proszą, by już deszcz spadł
Palą jazz, tak, chcą być wolni, wiesz, ja

pop up 
Aim at your dreads and your flat top 
Man down yea it’s a murder on yo block 
Broad day you hear a whole lotta gun shots 
He ain’t wit it 
Buddy