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space.jams
by U.A.B
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My Space Jam sneakers got them creases
I still wear my Jesus pieces on the weekends I
Still got Amber on my phone ringing
Get called handsome time be a demon
14 seasons 2 reasons
It took me so long to get back here this evening
Imma cold hearted stubborn individual
Eliminate whole game and the squad is the residual
I'm talking dream team when these things squeeze
Glock be singing lullabies put you in deep sleep
Never catch me snoozing ain't no ZeZes
Put the Kodak on me take a picture of this bling bling
Shout out to weezy I'm getting wheezy
The the kush loud and I'm breathing
These kush clouds I can't see in
Got two pounds of this weed and
I'm too proud to be leaving
This new style that I bring
In this booth
Ya'll got me seeing the truth
Now got me singing for real
I questioned my religion
I questioned my existence
Questioned all of my decisions
I can't trust these fucking bitches
I can't trust these fucking bitches
Epigat said it once we ain't regular
We offin' they heads it's gettin dangerous
Hope they heard what I said we ain't scared of ya
It's this sXn I rep the rest we bury em
And that's for real
My Space Jam sneakers got them creases
I still wear my Jesus pieces on the weekends I
Still got Amber on my phone ringing
Get called handsome time be a demon
14 seasons 2 reasons
It took me so long to get back here this evening
Imma cold hearted stubborn individual
Eliminate whole game and the squad is the residual
I'm talking dream team when these things squeeze
Glock be singing lullabies put you in deep sleep
Never catch me snoozing ain't no ZeZes
Put the Kodak on me take a picture of this bling bling
Shout out to weezy I'm getting wheezy
The the kush loud and I'm breathing
These kush clouds I can't see in
Got two pounds of this weed and
I'm too proud to be leaving
This new style that I bring
In this booth
Ya'll got me seeing the truth
Now got me singing for real
I questioned my religion
I questioned my existence
Questioned all of my decisions
I can't trust these fucking bitches
I can't trust these fucking bitches
Epigat said it once we ain't regular
We offin' they heads it's gettin dangerous
Hope they heard what I said we ain't scared of ya
It's this sXn I rep the rest we bury em
And that's for real
