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Off benzos po a fo no 'matic
Love with the coco is oh so tragic
Wrist smack it then the Dope gon' backflip
Fake codeine, you be poin mo actress
I- just - left -the white -girl for a bad bitch
I -just - left the cy- pher with a hat trick
I put 5-to 6- figures in a mattress
Im like Malcolm w a little bit of Cassius
I get the blues when you message me like iPhone texts
So now my minds all messed up and my eyeballs red from
Wine (whine) when I blow ses sometimes I cry aw yes
Making bands from the contra like the Iran mess
Like a cold compress I put the ice on chest
Im out the game like a ball after a milestone catch
Never tired of the pussy - got a Firestone grip
I close one eye to send a text, I need it typo-less
They aware that im real I spit with verisimilitude
He cross you like a parish, too careless with killing dudes
Rarest flow you parrots, aint no merit to stealing tunes
Turnt up; Big Dipper to Polaris, you merely food
Im just tryna get the dome, Jackie Onassis
Body like a coke glass, thicker than some coke glasses
Rope a dope smacking bro, yeah he's no Cassius
Got sober thats a longer lasting prophylaxis
Cup runneth over, act'vis potion thats a Poison chalice
Team up on my shoulders, thats fasho, I had a broke thoracic
They known to trash him, dont react to em like noble gases
Golden Jesus piece, Im gonna snatch it, im iconoclastic
Browsing the collection of my minimes
Keep the shit 1000 when we stepping, like a millipede
Pounds of loud up in my section, im like Wiz Khalif
Hockey, in a box for disrespecting where u finna be
Did him foul homie
L know me Every time I hit a beat, got a pound on me
Plug out on bond, he outta stock, got me Dow Jonesing
Opium destroy friendships, guess thats why im lonely
Im a playboi, Ken u peep the car son, its stick driven
Cartier buffalo they get me bitch kissing
Sticks driven me to the edge, almost quit living
Misgivings that I'm Up to mischief on this rhythm
Hungry; Plug fronted me a brick and taught the kid fishing
Off benzos po a fo no 'matic
Love with the coco is oh so tragic
Wrist smack it then the Dope gon' backflip
Fake codeine, you be poin mo actress
I- just - left -the white -girl for a bad bitch
I -just - left the cy- pher with a hat trick
I put 5-to 6- figures in a mattress
Im like Malcolm w a little bit of Cassius
Your disposition different when in his position
-Drip is sickening, kids is wishing that their wrist is glistening
Benz in mint condition Candy paint, the whip delicious
Made Millions behind these bars, from the Pen description
Thats the hate outcome, I take talcum and make thousands
Stay pouting, change words into gold, but this aint alchemy,
I aint dropping it though I got a diss song
Your bitch on the top of the pole, and then she slid down
Switch on the blick click on when on a mission
And if we see a witness, nah we gonna skip him
Bars surgical, clean as detergent too, when they murder you
Diss make him curse are rue the day I learned the words he spewed
My verbals too ill- sick I could give the bird the flu
Got the juice and the magic, im hedo Turkgulu
You make albums, that aint talent, Ill be at your wake smiling
From seeing em break down, then re up and make dollars
I get my JD no Salinger, they racially profile em,
But hell beat your case hes so talented
Dope spot so hot,
Name ring bells so the feds at my crib with a no knock
Bought a presidential off this White House thats from the coke rock
With gas on the stove top
Passed out, I woulda passed if my door locked
Spliff- hanging out my mouth like Im Bogart
If I ruled the world, prosecutors get LWOP
Treat the drugs like a tree in the sun - yeah no mas (no moss)
Pole pop, bro got more bodies than pol pot
Dont stop fo' cops, shoot up the roadblock
Youngins like Kobe they'll shoot ya in low tops
Glass house I live in, im stupid to throw rocks
She caught me, had to cut off my side like a Mohawk
Couldn't spit a verse, I popped 16 bars
Nobody notice you like the Sistine's floors
Treat the game like the mafia; this thing's ours
Smoking split ci-gars, judge dismiss weed charges
Scared of these shots like QB Rodgers
Cross me and you'll be martyred
Im cool regardless you dudes be nauseous
<->Artists asking for a hit like a new weed cartridge
No Mandalay Bay
But im in the hotel with a rifle on me anyway
In case they plan to play with me imma tend to spray
Bricks come from Santa Fe, pill hitting MMA
Will put the pen to page, kid sitting centerstage
And the limelight turn em green cause they envy me
Skydweller dancing, cant read what the bezel say
For the people on the block where's the NRA
Felon dead cause the feds took his Mac 10 away
Took his plug now he lost the power that I generate
Ion rap man I illustrate
Shoutout kodak black man I picture paint
Kissing pink, hoes thirsty for me cuz im sipping drank
No liquor drinking, just the pink This a pint