Morning sessions
I'm in the basement, patient, mind racing/ soon as my ops come home I'm gon' waste em'/ I told her swallow my kids yeah taste em'/ I just caught a body so back n' forth I'm pacing/ "Fine, face em", that's what I said to myself/ and I'm only drinking liquor from the top of the shelf/ plotting on all different ways to accumulate wealth/ and none of this shit matters when you ain't got ya health/ mind body soul, running out in the cold/ made a couple stacks off the drugs that I sold/ all the blunts that I rolled/ too bold to fold/ we two older souls so I passed her a rose πΉ πΆ/ she sucked on my d*** so I sucked on her toes/ yo-yo-yo, I got this rap shit locked/ and Espaillat won't stop til I'm headed straight to the top/ I'm just too hot, ha-ha/
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