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cause
I'm living in denial, the floors are made of tile
The ceiling made of glass, I can lay and watch the clouds
Don't wanna talk, I just wanna see them

a whole lotta bottles (aye aye)

Like I been hurt bitch I don’t play
Chip on my shoulder, Frito Lay
Your shit is trash, throw it away
Whole lotta cash, I’m

spin the block and bite me back, always
But her ass in good hands nigga all-state
And you got me on your mind now
Feel like five-o, lay the pipe down

bitch splattered
In awkward manner
An elite by way of mannerism
I boom in box and play around
They master plagiarism
I master habits overtime
To doubt

surrounded by them hitters
Shoot your ass up in the head
Nigga make your family miss you (Boom)
Shoot your ass up in the head (Uh uh)
Nigga make your family

an acrobat
And ends up in the real world where he's fucked by housecat
A bathroom where the toilet is a portal instead
With another on the ceiling so you poop

dimes but I got a peso, lay low
Do what I say just 'cause I say so, ayo
I'm a philosopher, talkin Plato, they know

So now we rappin wit the old school

d*** like playground
Running around my ass, but did they know
Standing by the B list, high pressure, gotta lay low
Since I was C list, take lectures from

for you to handle
I'll vandalize your mind
With a rhyme defining my life
Surprise I'm twice as nice
With wit twin by my side
(No Mercee) get McChedda

I don't wanna let go, let go, let go But how'm I gonna lay low when I can't let go And say no? Cause I can't let go No I can't, why can't I let go

overworked and overwhelmed[00:54.98]By the city smog of LA[00:57.69]All day, I lay[00:59.91]Under the financial decay of myself and society[01:03.04]Hit

Zs
But I'll be good by the morning, on my global grind like JoJo
They be looking at what I'm putting on and
So fly, so fresh at the Soho
Most of y'all

Click-Clack, Boom. Yeah
Like Charlemagne, I talk all day with my chest.
cll fake kings lay rick on a vest
cnd pray Pope Frank gon' say that they blessed.
But

I've awoken, really feel chosen
Words that were spoken over me came true
A nigga really feel cool, slide by in the coup
I be drippin' like I hopped out

a killer but
Don't push me
My rookies could end ya butts
Like indica
Lay you on that couch
Name on my shoulder
Now put it in your mouth
Call me chip
How I

the kette drum and we deh by the fireside
Hail Selassie I, burn the fire, keep it lively - yeh!

Kayaman say 
Soul a say
Soul a say (from Jamaica To Cuba)

his home
In the field can't jam my pole
In the field cant ditch my bro
And you know
What I meant by that diss
Spin blocks can't let em piss
Throw 5 none

Translation of my song, man, was never the
Answer
But when I put it down, you gonna have to Yell shackson
Boom it sucks cause it have to be a flat core
Here's

on the atlas, 
Lay that shit like this that keep a gun right by the mattress 
This that “dump that shit” that fluid dippin in the mattress. 
This them bars that

nothin' gon'
Get him slimed, get him wiped where his nose at
Get him lined by his wife, where his hoes at
Can't forget all that shit and they know that
I'm

chin up, cause shit tough
Getting caught, wounded by a straight buck

Wasn't thinking bout the Grammys, pushing budd through the Gram
For my niggas

Uh, yeah, they need to get this shit on film
Uh, yeah, yall don't even know what the fuck's gonna happen but
I, uh, Free Buju by the way
Motherfucker

Just give me a moment, I'm learning
How to lay low, and hold my own
I'm feeling all this space inside my home
I can't run away, I'm all I know

I'm

big rolls slide by
I remember back then it was reggie
Now a Nigga been smoking the Zaza
Got a lil bitch and she thicker than Lala
And if you talkin shit