KLMPRIDE ALLDAY EVERYDAY RALORAW #6bbS @GOONCIA #VOICES @IRON_HORSE #SLEEPWALKINGONWATER @Robbaeza#ttchmps @alsoprano #latinmusic @klmgirl4life #tdtc @devyn2233 @ed_wins #callejeroMJ @ILLIMARX @YOUNGIN_38 #GANGNEM @OFFICIALSTLEWIS #DISNEY #KLM_WDB sixbig blunt smoked of that bomb bomb rope and I'm beyond gone vision Avion I'm that kamikaze pilot with the aviators on bombing on these beats like nuclear naval destroyers and I'm all upon you MOBBIN with my Armada and you know the MODO its KLM wake up agian its KLM tomorrow SPIT'S DRENCH THE TRACK BUT STILL AIN'T GOT NONE YOU COULD BORROW stingie with my saliva it's hard to trust a damn soul when you know even your day ones b connivers carnivores ready to pounce on their prey so you got to keep your eyes peeled don't put on the blinders shit is real you thinking you crazy you ain't bananas bitch no banana clips just an envelope opener jammed up in your carotid to unseal the deal my brain cells are rotted Rollo Rider for real for real and I've been raw dope since an infant like they were putting straight Coke in my enfamil if you coming with the real spill send a collab to my email dankmindedkriminal at g you know the rest and if you don't keep game I blow the best it raw almighty be murking all beats my flavor stay unique I got that certain zest fasho its certain bet you know I stay assertive yet a lurking threat elusive highly conducive and if they playing with me stupid they about to face electricution all I got to do is flip the switch juice shit really with the shit ruthless no pistol grip rubber just a wooden handle cock back the hammer shoot it lyrics they couldn't handle I come with data they just don't compute with penetrate they motherboard with viruses sick putrid this that perfect swish no looking at the hoop shit but thinking I'm game player that's the type of shit to get a trick shot pit stop pump your fucking breaks pop that shit in park and get the fuck out the car give me the keys and walk Rollo be on that Grand theft Auto car jackn all these succa MCs tire screech I leave a cloud of smoke when i clear the scene then tack out the load WIndows all the way up and let the clouds cover me l feeling like Sam Cooke every time I'm blowing smoke rings my phantom parade of love please take me above with you I lust to be on high after always been stuck down low when the gloom smelling that dank perfume of mother Earth's rotted womb soon to become humanities tomb Insanity looms in the shadows just beyond your mind's reach lyrical battles engage when the pen hits the page the corner comes with the white sheets and all rivals wave the white flag straight up like that no hook on this but still I bet your attention is intact I don't know how many bars this was but I gurantee every bar is as hard as the first one was when I spit it setting new precedents while most stay in their place and play the fence I'm knocking shit out the park like Barry bonds word to that man iron horse we them iron Giants leaving Beats stomped until the bpms stop flatline