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the nine,
5,6,7,8 let me demonstrate,
They need lifts but this one elevates,
They act stiff but this one penetrates,
Dank heavyweight, they smoke I medicate,

Yo what it do baby
I go by the name of Zaze
And I came here to show y'all
Just what it is I do, check it
I don't need a pedestal when talking bout my

on your hand
You showed me around, and that’s where you live
Your mom seems so kind; she raised you up by the beach
I lost track of time
Your dad loves you

Catch up with a nigguh make a gameplan
Smoke up to the ceiling telling nigguh bout abilities ripping all em dogs all who came by their stupidity
Vanish

enough for you in fact
Never have I ever felt attacked
By you instead you lend a hand

You are everything I lack
Maybe that's why I am so attached
Try

getting weirder by the day I done seen it all
Imma speak facts every track that's my promise to y'all
When you a real heavy stepper you gone leave a print
I

E, Esco, Edicius
You know we killin' shit, godly, omnipotent
Bitch, 1-8-7 to my innocence
In a minute, he gon' throw a hissy fit, the hair trigger flip

You know in Hawaii you got a one-in-six thousand chance of getting your car hit by a deer
While you're ripping it, you know
Ripping it, ripping it

a pornstar can make hits
We will never see eye-to-eye, they’re always staring at my tits
I’m hoen with a passion viewing love as a distraction
If I’m bit by

of the pack, though you might explode
Leave a streak on the track, but that all depends
On your incontinence, can you hold off the apocalypse
Brought by the God

I'd give my career
Got the stadium screaming out Don't Leave
Lil shorty saying don't leave
But I'm gone by the morning gotta catch this flight
Damn,

to life
I'm thinking seven grams of shroomies gotta do me just right
This life a serenade like who produces the tracks
Call him hypothalamus, the music

ona track cause bitch im him
Check the numbers out they growin thicker by the day like Kim
They like how you do it independently cause bitch im him

know stupid who you asking
Undisputed moving like I'm Cassious
Spazz every time on the track list
I'm all in
My heart poured in every Adlib
Glass half

keys but it aint dope, it's pianos
All you folks turn to vandals
While you boastin' your scandals
Keep it up, get ya knees broke by Sopranos
Every time I

force MC's to bleed, retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed, killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no bluffin',

or a hit list
The lights that they flash from the front to the back
The sun and it's fire, I made with this track
Trouble, tribulation, life ain't that easy

This is the way
This ain't for the weak, I stood in my feet, I'll rep to the grave
No regrets like a back track, because we all royalty no Ascap
It's

who hit that for me
This is so fast to switch up, if it's late, so fast to blink up
Cause I shoot a nigga with a Glock, step by step, I reach my final

This ain't no 7 minute drill
But i'm still going for the kill
Aint no one safe no more, im giving out this therapy like Phil
So i might spin around

Yo, yo, DJ Patoos, man, check it out. Before
I never got the rhythm for this track, but
I just did. So watch me going slow and smooth
Yo, yo, yo. Ugh

that yolk and get your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside of Bird Streeter, Southside of Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate, cops come we scrape

we hit the seven to by snacks
Besides that we probably vibing to fye tracks
On high max the only way we can lie back
You fine jack?
Dead Bodies arrive

in my back
I heard that I got shot, I lift my shirt, you know it's cap
I heard the niggas on me, we be laughing at the tracks shit

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