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Sh!t
by Shaka
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I don't wanna hear it
They don't know me
Pull up Helmut Lang
Young nigga '03
Yeah
Old drip
New day
I love all my slimes
Even the ones that's hating
I don't read signs
Talking to me crazy
Another day another rhyme
Rap-a-lot, it's not no 80's
Pour my shit in the Snapple 'crazy'
Backwoods to the face 'daily'
But it's not the shit that made me
So I tell em all get off
Cookies on me
Smell the pack
When a young nigga walking out
Throw the money up
I don't see it coming down
Zero gravity
Young nigga going up
Ain't coming down
Why they tryna bite a nigga style
Spent time down
Now I'm going up
Tryna leave me out
I don't give a fuck
Ain't no price for these feelings
Mix it up I'm feeling
Could be tripping
Really tryna dim it
Tryna paint my picture
Now they tryna live it
Say they really with me
Memories got vivid
Codeine talking to me?
But I know myself I'm tripping
It's these different colours
Teletubbies
Twenties, hundreds, Fifties
Know I'm different
Shit not even important to me 'yeah'
You know you tripping
I might cop a boat, sail it
'Yeah' fuck around and tip it
I don't know
With way to go
I need to take a trip
Been thugging on his own
Now they tryna take my shit
I don't wanna hear it
They don't know me
Pull up Helmut Lang
Young Nigga '03
Yeah
Old drip
New day
I love all my slimes
Even the ones that's hating
I don't read signs
Talking to me crazy
Another day another rhyme
Rap a lot it's not no 80's
Pour my shit in the Snapple 'crazy'
Backwoods to the face 'daily'
But it's not the shit that made
So I tell em all get off
Cookies on me
Smell the pack
When a young nigga walking out
Throw the money up
I don't see it coming down
I don't see it coming down
I don't wanna hear it
They don't know me
Pull up Helmut Lang
Young nigga '03
Yeah
Old drip
New day
I love all my slimes
Even the ones that's hating
I don't read signs
Talking to me crazy
Another day another rhyme
Rap-a-lot, it's not no 80's
Pour my shit in the Snapple 'crazy'
Backwoods to the face 'daily'
But it's not the shit that made me
So I tell em all get off
Cookies on me
Smell the pack
When a young nigga walking out
Throw the money up
I don't see it coming down
Zero gravity
Young nigga going up
Ain't coming down
Why they tryna bite a nigga style
Spent time down
Now I'm going up
Tryna leave me out
I don't give a fuck
Ain't no price for these feelings
Mix it up I'm feeling
Could be tripping
Really tryna dim it
Tryna paint my picture
Now they tryna live it
Say they really with me
Memories got vivid
Codeine talking to me?
But I know myself I'm tripping
It's these different colours
Teletubbies
Twenties, hundreds, Fifties
Know I'm different
Shit not even important to me 'yeah'
You know you tripping
I might cop a boat, sail it
'Yeah' fuck around and tip it
I don't know
With way to go
I need to take a trip
Been thugging on his own
Now they tryna take my shit
I don't wanna hear it
They don't know me
Pull up Helmut Lang
Young Nigga '03
Yeah
Old drip
New day
I love all my slimes
Even the ones that's hating
I don't read signs
Talking to me crazy
Another day another rhyme
Rap a lot it's not no 80's
Pour my shit in the Snapple 'crazy'
Backwoods to the face 'daily'
But it's not the shit that made
So I tell em all get off
Cookies on me
Smell the pack
When a young nigga walking out
Throw the money up
I don't see it coming down
I don't see it coming down
