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high
every sunday I´m sad
It´s that what you hate of me?
the reason why you are angry?

All the parties we had, slept on my block
you forget about that?

Look around, look around
Everything has changed
When I think about this shit
I don't feel the same
Weighing in my head
Every single day
I cannot

I'm walking in and walking out like commas in my bank account
I got murder up on my mind, there aint nothing else to think about 
Niggas switching

don't give a fuck about no body!
Put your hands up bitch
Load up the magazine
Click clack!, Boom! (Boom!)
Boom! (boom!)
Motherfucker we the og's in this

and write you the check
I just called my girl, she's at Louis Vuitton (Ah)
Right now we party hard, in this game we won
Don't give a fuck about people that

praying for love
I don't give a fuck
I Beat the cat up
I'm free as a dove
Back that ass up
Reversing the truck
I am in danger
I don't wear a glove
She swear

loyal to the bucks
I promise we don't give no fucks
It's just some tough tough love
Never satisfied is never enough
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' what's

like I'm kiss
Pull up on yo fuckin block my shooters don't miss

I got diamonds on my neck, yeah and my wrist
I don't give a fuck about you, hit yo ass

can't do no 69 possssy
Maan I don't fuck with rats 
 
What you know bout lantern dinners in the dark
Used to ride a push bike now I push that button

Chicks laugh at your mediocrity
Rick Sanchez can't kill all of me
Ooh wee, gee Rick thank God we go way back
Yeah Mr poopy butthole don't even talk to me

money why the fuck you counting sheep
Woke these broke niggas up with this, got me in my bag now
Only time they come around is whenever we cash out
I

I want my bucks
Lincecum I might change up
Been knew it was wild since it I was a child
But shit I ain't give no fucks
Like baby I'm in it, see I

don't ever give up your throne
It's crazy to see we grown
These pictures looking too old
Shoutout to the ones that I do it for
Shoutout to the people in

a risk to win ya chances low
I will never lie about the things I know, whoa
You playing blackjack blackjack
Long dark days wit the backpack backpack, yup

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Fidel Fresco
And I got my brother Blak Los wit me tonight
And we are the Brooklyn Dodgaz
And we

getting hammered
Tryna make some music, give a fuck about the glamour
The alchemy of wordplay, the elegance of grammar
I mean every word I spit,

loves
Can't give a fuck about nobody else
Used to be by myself
Got myself a cozygirl
I love it when she twirls down, my god it's somethin' else
Feel like

lonely couldn't count on nun of my homie locked in that for all them years niggas act like they ain't even know me fuck Nigga gotta show me you gone bus

A fever’s coming up
A fever’s coming up 
I can see the humour
yes I do
enough to last the fever
How about you? 
A fever’s coming up
Give me one thing

moving on my way to run a victory lap
Why you lying wasting all this time giving me cap
no pun intended I'm aware that I'm the sickest to rap
Talk about me

could get rich by twitch (Whoa)
I'm feelin like money mitch (Cash)
Fuck all the ones that switched
We gon handle them
It's getting hot we changing

the plug
Talking about murders in your rhymes
You might as well tell the judge
Don't take shit personal I'm going
Off what I see
Facebook ass niggas solving

U WAH FI BE DI SNEAKY LINK
MI LIKE GAL WEH GWAN WID FREAKY THINGS
LIKE TAKING OUT DI MIC WHILE HOLDING AN START TO SING
BABY GIRL DONT U WORRY BOUT

might have to hit it twice
Bitches by the dozen, but you only get a slice
Ish the big homie, got me feelin like the vice

(Chorus)
(2DaMax)
My life