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of a drug dealer, skip the sex
Mix and matching roaches then
I flip the match, don't skip this track
My nerves bad pain pills I
Done served that worst track

Phoney these nigga nosey who didn't know me
Low key I'm by my lonely and toking Oz
Imma keep racing roll up keep blazing
You ain't gotta hate cause

the lemon and haze that's the mix of the cloud
Don't keep track of my days i can't keep up the count
But i know when i go imma do so with clout
Hit em like

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

all out
So went ahead and let it all out
What I know is that it's my doubt
Eating me alive

Man it's back to the track you know it's my addiction

Sponsored by soap and folgers
More dope than baking soda
Gotta couple beats in the stash
Coming from the seeds of the past
Never been appeased by the flash
I

a zombie
I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami
Contaminate you like a biohazard
Because I'm a sick bastard
2000 maniacs call me master
And they

We have not one moment to spare
We must prepare, bring the men
Watch out! It's Iszzy Prodizzy and the Liquid Swordsman
The new masters are in town

you look like getting dropped by some teens
Look
It isn't my fault you set the bar low
Most moves carry risk
I'm just what you'd call clever
If it gets

I'ma jab the cameraman
Martial artist with bars I'm drunken master
Castle lager smart like a nerd from Harvard
Altered the technique and gave you the new

Jackie Chan
Hand to hand I'ma jab the cameraman
Martial artist with bars I'm drunken master
Castle lager smart like a nerd from Harvard
Altered

once
And I will again
Cause It's something you gotta do
Cause it's not like you're alone
You know that I'm here by your side
And if you are feeling like

now they wanna ride
(And) now they wanna slide, blow bali in the ride
But it's only room for this cali by my side
And Cali by my side when I'm fuckin

thru, that's who I am
I just put it on the track as I do my dance
A lot of shit's fucked up, who got answers? But no one knows a thing
About this world

ever be pressed
Cause I'm way too blessed
Fuck a boujee hoe put glue on her tracks
I'm just tryna put myself on the map
I blew through some racks

joggin
And I have to be honest with the drugs and all the mobbin
But a boy really cheesy with the lines like he sonic
Put em on a track and release upon my

ride
My kind of way of getting high while I'm getting by
Student of the game, but I've been aiming to master my art
You see me cruising the lane catching

and this track be laced
By the smell yeah I leave a trace
a Box a swishes and all blunts rolled
VIP where then shits got blowed
Sour diesel have a young buck

I’m lit
Track I get runnin get bands hit a lick (Benjamins)
Lord The Almighty, just give me the will
Keep me protected surround me by real (One hunnid)

keep this piece at piece
A life with simplicity is a logical fit for me
But I refuse to be comfortable if do thats it for me
And I aint no hypocrite beat

me to mix[01:09.36]Thats what I really can do[01:09.98]Fuck her from the back[01:10.76]Met a bad bitch named lucy[01:12.03]Ass so big threw it

God I pray
That you guide my hand, help me to live for you
All of my days
Amen

Do you still love me
Baby I can't Really tell
Been feelin somethin

Taking all these drugs, gotta divide them
I try to deny them, but I keep buying them
But I keep on selling them
And I keep on testing them
All I do

They would still clap for me with their hands tied 
No im not a rapper imma franchise 
I gotta whole team on stand by 
cnd we about to blow like