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2," this, how you put two on your wrist?
1-0-1-7 golden boy, I shit on opps when I piss
Put the buttons on the back of the Glocks, nigga, I better not

blast a bitch in and out of your crew
(brrrr) so disrespectful partner I known to
Piss on you fools a hustler in the streets
In the booth I'm a animal

respectfully
Ten bands on your head
Knock you down respectfully

I don't give a fuck about
The season or reason
Stopped goin' to church
I got tired

a piss on your vocal chords
I'm shitting
On the fucking living, that's you living
Murder be the murky mission
Raising up the sight high in
The kitchen

soul levitate
Tell her open wide, now she drinkin' piss like it's lemonade
Woosah, shawty, come give me brain, let me meditate
Decimate him after, I

can't find out
Leave me alone, you know I don't need you
Stay where you belong, we know what we do
Your diss is like a glass of piss
Hope you die after

to piss in
Rythym on the system when I speak of murder
Evisions create fictional victims
I walk on the dark side
The shadows where monsters reside
We're so

don't get packed like donny
I can tell you about 8 and the B Side yutes
More than 3 been put in zoots
I'm Buni, mind who you're talking to
Gun shot ting,

mother's voice always felt like home
But eventually you're outside, on your own
The scariest thing about raising a boy is
Learnin' when you become a man

to party 
Without my mash, man I do that hardly
Me and bro on the pitch, we're takin' a piss
Comin' like man are Jeff Hardy (man)
Twenty-five racks in

Thank God I don't believe in luck 

Rusted linings on my black clouds 
It's raining piss, will somebody tell me what's that all about? 
Wish

this art
You air headed assholes, just stop try to piss off
Shut your heads, punks 'cause the tables turned
And this one's in memory of the bums that

of K-i-n-g
And MC Ren, I bet you're like, "Where them n*ggas been?"
The backstreets of Compton checkin ends
Original residents, I'm off Caldwell and Kemp
About

You walk in a winter of snow with great expectations
And it hurts a bit to go through it but you don't give a damn
You forget all about your career

they don't know

Whayasay
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa
Washa washa

Was about to go HAM till I

stitch indifferent
It's not the pot you piss in

That's why I keep my nose to the stone sharp 'til the hairs split
Prose of a lone cub in a bear pit

mean there’s no LidoLido
In your damn Serato?
You need to put some there, excuse me
I'mma grab me a day now
They all about my present, like give
It away,

(Uhh)

Let's try this out yeah
I'm down if you're down, you know what this about woah

Wobble on D (Wobble on D)
Ten in a week (Ten in a week)

both, yeah, why the fuck not?
Only care about the beats and sick drops
London town to Brisbane, what?
Swapped in macs for flip flops
Money in the grave,

quarter pies
Young nigga just progressing
Still jugg, trap, finessing and some violent shit I can't mention
I rap what I live, I can't help but talk about

about to witness Floyd Mayweather with good penmanship
Double entendres mixed with Glocks, it's ridiculous
If I get a Grammy, I'm Kanye West, I'll take

about to body that
'Cause I can, took a flick with your girl and your mum
And your sister, and your auntie, 'cause I can
Table lookin' like a off

(I'm naked for you) uh
(Get me home) 

Uh
Say you're mine and I'll do the most (for you)
Take the piss and I'll fully ghost
I'll make your eyes

Pop-pop, poppin' my shit
Ayy
(What up Foster?)
Ayy

Poppin' my shit
I was just up in the sun gettin' crumbs 
With no pot just to piss
Glock