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that, hashtag AV music
This that black flag, back pack street music
Backslash this is abstract art rebooted
Its Rembrandt collabin' with Jerry Lee Lewis

until the pen dripping
And don't trip, I'm two flights ahead
Or too high to land, whichever fit it the best
To live and die is a test
I'm passin' by

right out the door
Sure
Hey, player
Sign your waiver
Might beat you in like you was a crater
Have you walkin' round back bent like IGOR off that album by

to ask
Why you niggas don’t like me
Umm
If I go down don’t write me
Do the right thing
Yea bitch I’m Spike Lee
Umm
Pics of the pussy just might be
Just

knacks
From birth I knew I was destined for more
Surrounded by white mama made me a smore
I played my cards right  and opened some doors
All in one plan

this
Since a youngin bad ass gitt with a forty get rid of beef
All these niggas hoes man I pulled up and your bitch ass froze
Kicking doors masked up

on the doors they bout to make me grab a hammer
She like it on her fours when I hit it from the back
I'm rolling up on rappers
She smoking on tobacco

Kiduya
Pop

got
I hold the covenant my attitude
Is stubborn as rock motherless blocks
Where black men be getting cuffed
By the cops knock knock
Don’t answer

dismissed, just copped a new benz
This shit got four doors, its me and my niggas just me and my bros
We countin' up bands, we count em by fours
I hear someone

Bobby G on the beat
Love, life, loyalty, three words that I live by
I'd be remissed if I ain't do this here for the guys
Tried to hide my eyes,

space shown
By attrated forces of the nasal
Rolling paper like Samurai Jack
Keep my eyes weary like they sit on my back
Everyone is a foe just give em

a pushover
We go back like corduroy house shoes
Grapes, swishers, and purple kush
Dropped out of school, we ain't do this shit by the books
It was me, Boo, G

the brick the 55
Luca Brasi in rack mode
Drove a bucket, went from a Cutlass
To slamming Lac' doors
Shoes dusty, smell a little musty
I'm dressing bummy sad

(INTRO)
Mi nephew 
Meshach lee williams
Miss you so much


(VERSE 1)
Gone too soon
Gone too sudden 
Wait pon your retern di door lef open
You never

I been packing in my feelings like a Mexican
Cruising down a one way street with no pedestrians
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my dawg
If I say

Clockwork watching in concrete mazes 
Dreamscapes painted in obscene places 
Hopscotch kids playing knock a door run
On the newest Xbox, now he's got

at the store (yeah)
Got a bag, they ain't know (nah nah)

Spend a number on my sneakers (dripping)
I still got that drank by the liter (you know that)
Pour up

Welcome to my slaughterhouse I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread wit rubber bands

Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't

supposed to mean?
Weakness: Well... you helped me make it.

Bruce Lee strong with that young stoner posture 
Scrawny little muscles like all he eat was pasta

And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In

the locksmith
Welcome to my slaughterhouse, I'm in my get paper zone
I just want that Sara Lee, Butternut, Nature's Own
I just want the stacks of bread with

wanna come through and stay the morning till the night
I guess it's death by dawn see her in another life
I feel like mike will cuz I made it
Ain't not

Let it get 4,5,6,7
I'ma stay woke
Get drunk
Through 9 11
11 dirty
I will be twerking
Time fly's by
Ima Put this work in
Twerk twerk IT
Twerk twerk