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the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that
the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands
Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat
Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands
3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like
with anxiety rumbling than angry storms in the night
Loving this life by the inches may seem so cynically cinched
and I know they might view this
in my garden in entertainment just sipping coffee
They missed and one of the hands flew and
Landed on my lawn leaking blood scared to touch
So I pick
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
[GZA]
The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
This B.A.C. is 2.3
Now the liver's damaged,
ninja like very quickly, hey
by the time you feel it I'm like 3 blocks away
I stabbed the newspaper guy and took his little truck
now I stab people
he don't budge
That's you're third felony, I believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms
and tank Lil nigga
I'm a shark in the tank Lil nigga
This not what you think Lil nigga
I'm a armed and dangerous nigga
Hollow tips shoot flame out the pistol
the notary typing
In flows and in rhymes
That come moment by moment
Just open my mind
And that’s all I need
(It’s more blood in my brain
And the deeper I
this cat named Tom
(Stop!)
I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped
They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top
(Oh she's lying!)
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas,
slidin' with two Glocks
Blood on his shirt, AR stretched out his tank top
Swipe for a reason, can't wait till the bank drop
You ain't my kid, get the fuck
Hit em now he gone
You may never know
Know just what you on
I know it yeah
Spill ya ceiling on the floor
Shit you never did
Blood thicker till you
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
astounding nigga
I still feel pain by the pound it's astounding
I still feel
Had like three dollars in the tank
I ain't the type to act all good
Like shit
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
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