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three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size

Where'd... my... glasses... go
Blind steering freeway in

these plays in motion
Aint out here looking dry I drip an ocean
Take you on a flight over that ocean

You know who it be , K. I double D
Keeps it M.O

just had to cop the cigarillo
Kush coma got me moving like an armadillo
Where my pillow man, I think I need to nap
Smoking sacks by the o-z, you niggas

in there like you a pendant
No doubt that this shit is fire dead poets in my society
I ain't man of the year, way too many personalities
He's more like

and white be
I put dat rod in her nightly
Whoa
Homie
I bet don’t none of y’all know me
You gon go kill me then show me
Nigga stay talkin bout old beef
O D

that rappers wanna dictate
Only thing on my mind was "damn, shits great"
I'm never really satisfied 'til I been paid
Surrounded by my own bars like

And by all means 
Do you cause ima do my thing
If I had a choice than I would live my dreams
And hand it down right to my two live seeds 
What a world I'd

three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size

Where'd..my..glasses..go
Blind steering freeway in

Aye, uh, aye
Stackin' like Frito Lay
No slackin' no, we don't play
Then siid done cooked up the beat
We heatin' up ain't no shade, yeah
H-O

got the drip when she suck this dick
D R A C O when I up my shit
Need me a safe that can hold me a mill
Fuck need a safe that can hold me a trill
If it

n you was me
It'll would tragic
By right now I'd be died 
Coz of the illest rapper of the decade 
Oh that's you
coz my lyrics n rhymes can turn

rocket fuel so let the takeoff begin
6 O'clock Friday night and I'm finishing my shift
But the weekend's just beginning time for sipping getting pissed

the sand, and take a side and diss mе
That'd be the day though
I think it's case closеd
I think it's case closed, wow I'm shootin' for that main door
Fixing

beef
Bitch I'm holding the udder
My mans run up
And get you whipped
Like you butter
I dont need your two sense
I got a lot of the other

Testing

that underground
So you can liken me Harriett, know that niggas be Judas Iscariot
Just to get ride in the chariot, don't get burned by the fire
Know that

and average
Man, it ain't so hard to get like me
I'm just your average joe whose taste may be your cup of tea
I wake up in the morning without enough sleep

litty every time 
But I had to quit it
My body need healing 
I'm drinking more water 
An h2o cleansing 
Hate being wrong 
Hate it more to admit it
But

a leper 
Soda salty Dr Pepper 
Like I'm sweat or D O C 
Ain't no one can do it better 
Watch me like a double header 
I just bless them with my presence

the virgins Mary 
Oo can't have sex that's scary 
Woah
Woah

I'm not h.o.p I'm S.D.E 
No one mess with my family 
Like a cat I ran up a tree 
To avoid all these

leave it home
'Cause I'ma kill that mothafucka if bring it along
By myself no backup just me alone
All bars no hook, I don't need a song
No topic so I'm

what
Hell yeh I party, So What Fuck everybody, So What
They saying that Im going way too hard, I tell them so what
Bitch I tell them So What

By the end

and you stuck living second so what's the point
S-E-C-O-N-D you already know what I be living with a purpose 
And my God making me perfect like the  cursive

ginobili
I remember growing up they told me
I would never be nothing it was O.D
Now I'm going for the chip with the whole team
Undefined be the gang that all

rage. Mr. N-O-V-E-D it's
One eight seven on my name

Plan to Heaven is the game
Fuck the money and the fame
Lost angel in my ways
So I'm stranded in