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a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs
Into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
problems bein' real, I got real problems
Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (swerve)
And, god, my Phil Jackson
And somehow he blessed me with
my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
hand in hand with my Pakistan man
We made vapors
Fish scales from Jackson Heights Columbians
I.S. 61, was raised for no republicans
And I don't mean
motherfuckers...
[Movie Sample]
Many people feel haunted
By what they call evidence of evil forces in the world
They see genocide, senseless violence, plagues
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
I guess I gotta be gangster to be real
I guess I gotta die to be able to speak
I guess I need to be brainwashed for
The radio to be finding my peace
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
heavyweight
In Georgia got real estate
California affiliate
Jackson Mississippi got my back like thats my living state
Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
world
I been going real crazy without you by my side
And I just took a shot took a shot took 6 shots last night
And I wanted to roll up a blunt but
helicopter
I love my music yeah I wife her
I beat all my odds, word to Tyler
So many females
God damn, I need a roster
Patch all my albums no designer
Checking
crowded
Release the rounds
P- pow pow
Bars for dayes
No body is safe
Shake up the game
Like Lamar Jackson
When he’s making a play
Right stick juke juke
Danyelle.
I like Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy.
And sometimes my grandmother Ray Ray comes over and
she going to put me in a movie and we going to be rich.
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
Frank White
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
And RIP Tone Bone
Real deep, Tone Loc
Big dog, Rojo
I can mingle with the white boys
Samuel Jackson in the fro zone
Blue lights, po po
Getting money like 50
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
skills
That's a gift, it's real
Get ill, what you spit
Got the power to uplift a hill
I wish I could talk to Lauryn
I mean, excuse me Ms. Hill,
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
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