Lyrics:
get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop
leave
Hate that you ain't out here fetchin' dreams, shit a pet peeve, uh (hmm, hmm)
Open road you set free, you can catch speed
Just so you can make it
Quarter in the room to elevate, said if you ever may
Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay
Catch me somersaulting my eyelids
Awakened from
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
my mind starts
As I rip for days from the land of the mic arts
Cream of the crop, a cool, blue beatnik
Blessed with the gift, and now it's time to kick
You peep all the karma that come with makin' the cream
The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need
They got, what's your thing? Alcohol
and bro'nem)
Folks'nem (Foenem) , Glo'nem (The Glo'nem)
Got a weed license like I grew him
I smoke him (I smoke him, bang)
I'm in the Beamer, catch his Benz,
bwoy come rhymes off top the head
Said what I said and did what I did
Never catch another bid, create rubbers and slid
I'm out of there, ghost evaporate
The black light house I'm above this life now
I'm beneath me
Raised on short notice by the powers that B
Hook me catch me squeal me in
Gut me, hack me,
I never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot Clarks
Beats that we present will make you hate like a slave master(Hardcore)
Heated and hot, control the venomous plots
We be the cream of the crop, so keep
when I'm totin' the glock
I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop
Host it on top, label the worst to the topic
Worshippin' violence,
You'll catch a bad decision at any given
I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin
Let me lay the law, let me connect four
G.P.
the spot
representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops
with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs
run and get my motherfuckers with
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
Exotic crops and powder from Fiji
Rockin' top hats and a pop-off
Like ecstasy from Houdini
Got that Ally Sheedy
Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
All
'cause these bitches just can't relax
You can catch me in the back having a panic attack
I could cut your head off, wear your skull like my name
holding in my boo boo
I don’t want to miss a thing
Every move extremely crucial
Flow hot like I’m blowing on my noodles
My crop is looking fruitful
So I be on my way
Grateful to live another day
But it’s a cold world and hardly enough room to catch a ray
And maybe it would be warmer if we came
mi what's the stats
A just di sheriff Bob did shot, what's the catch?
Nuh gun song never did a mek a tell man lack nuh strap
But ppl still did a dead
You know on my neck only ice (ice)
On my legs only vans (Вансы)
Who mistakes second times (two)
Gonna die only once
We can crop you
On the road
not enough
Wolves catch ya eye
Pour the porridge through my pores
Ooze hubris, chill as coolant
I'm a coup to the radicals
Too extreme to breed
They
watch
Fresher then a fade on a french crop
Strawbury jam clotted cream and a fresh scone
And if you dont like me your a benchong
I'm sending a 8 bar from
tell 'em, can you feel the movement
Crop top, she bustin' out
Girl you bad, let me bust you now
Should be already platinum, before it comin' out
Damn she
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