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9th grade of the kpins you see it my
9th grade of the kpins you see it my
9th grade of the kpins you see it my eyes
Sleep is when the grave in
We ain't coming back
9th grade of the kpins you see it my
9th grade of the kpins you see it my
9th grade of the kpins you see it my eyes
Sleep is when the grave in
We ain't coming back
Hook him yeah like a mat laid down ya flat

2k on the pants and they look like rags
(And they look like what and they look like what)
Got dust on my jacket came from Afghanistan
(Afghanistan came from Afghanistan)
I'm so corrupt the way the country ran
We droppin' bombs and we payin' for em'
You got a new life, yeah, and we prayin' for em'
And if he die, yeah, yeah, we be slidin' for em'

Thats my kin that's my twin yeah yeah yeah
9th grade of the kpins you see it my eyes
Sleep is when the grave in
We ain't coming back
Hook him yeah like a mat laid down ya flat
You cant see all theses snakes if you lookin' at the sky
Bank account it look like Pi but reverse
This life of play, all you do is just rehearse
Gargoyle on my building yeah just perched

I need water, yes, parched
The light like where's the spark
He open, open heart

Good vocabulary, but I'm never feelin' smart
If I'm blunt what I'm wearin', is it really me or not
Is it really you or not
If you are, then we can start

It's not a role don't play a part
Yeah, I live like heart to heart
If we grow, might grow apart
Sometimes it's the best thing yeah its smart

I smoke pack, not a la carte
I smoke gas, like f*ck a cart
In my go-kart, I've been rollin' up
I can fit like two grams in this bitch like no prob

I got me some rosin,yeah I'm bout to spark
Yeah, if you talkin' nonsense, throw you to the shark
I need my sixth sense, cause I'm never wrong
I don't really need your two cents, cause I'm never wrong

Yeah, I went to school, but I know that I don't know nothing
Pedestal break it up
Crush on me, you'll get crushed
Yeah it's dust That's not enough

Violent Femmes like Add it Up
Used to be addied up
Now I'm Korn, A.D.I.D.A.S
Feel like Kanye, f*ck Adidas

Who collect all the guidas
Stomp like boots that came from Guidi
Yeah this leather came from Italy
Rarest leather feel like Indy
My Third eye, no Bindi

My heart racing like an Indy
You got stars up on your eyes like a Fendi shirt
Drop the people's elbow like a finisher
I'm a real factor keep it positive an integer

Heal her listener
She hear what I say like I'm a minister
Touched down on foreign land like a missioner
Had the BBL like some flower, like a thickener

If it goes bad, I'ma have to cut it off like a scimitar
Tired of hearing the same old, same turn on limiter
Mortal Kombat, finish her
Capitalism squashed em like competitor

Alien versus predator
Kill for words, not editor