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Niggas don't know bout the style I use I've seen the sun, I've seen the moon In eclipse this drip like a tidal wave So I stick n move when I find the shade I spit this heat like rays Beaming in your face eyes closed no shades Ima stoner. Smell the aroma Roll the dozier and we gonna get blazed I've been going through a hard time. With some bitches in my archives Waste time till I lost mine now I bounce back Big mack to the small fries.. Big fish in a small pond Choke hold this beat with the strong arm No playing games like recess, I need checks No flex smack niggas off reflex True to the skill, spitting to kill Dollar flow making a mill Ain't no mistaking the real She like how I move, she love how I'm making her feel I'm taking her, fucking her, leaving her, breaking her, dumping her Fuck it I'll find me another her That was fast.. baby should've known I had too much class I'm looking at her friend like too much ass Now back it up and I back her down and she asking me to come back around to her side of town so I'll dig her out But that's too much cash.. Baby a hustler, baby a buster Too much to touch her. But the way that she move. I think that I love her I do not trust her.. She crazy and shiesty and know that I lust her I can say fuck her. Back to the green Like I'm getting collards and mustards I know that you must heard.. That I'm back on my grind you know that I skate.. These niggas are falling behind, expected to hate Cause they know that I'm great These niggas deflate. Talking all crazy, outta the side of their necks They talk about checks I talk to my goons.. they go collecting my debt Whether it's fear or respect. Disrespect me I will feel no regret For making examples Tech in his mouth so I can't hear em ramble Brains getting scrambled.. Like eggs on the pave. Then sell it like scrapple.. If you scared find a chapel Holy shit I'm the shit and these niggas are assholes Switch the flow, give and go, fastball but the pitch is slow. Guaranteed.. muhfuckers never heard this before. It's all me. I spit these flames like 3rd degree But I'm cold like below 3 G.O.A.T. in my jeans G.O.A.T. in my veins T.H.C. up in my eyes A.D.D. up in my brain So excuse me when I ROCK I mean excuse me when I'm HIGH And excuse me when I'm NOT And bitch please don't kill my vibe Instead kill a cop when the kids get shot
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Niggas don't know bout the style I use I've seen the sun, I've seen the moon In eclipse this drip like a tidal wave So I stick n move when I find the shade I spit this heat like rays Beaming in your face eyes closed no shades Ima stoner. Smell the aroma Roll the dozier and we gonna get blazed I've been going through a hard time. With some bitches in my archives Waste time till I lost mine now I bounce back Big mack to the small fries.. Big fish in a small pond Choke hold this beat with the strong arm No playing games like recess, I need checks No flex smack niggas off reflex True to the skill, spitting to kill Dollar flow making a mill Ain't no mistaking the real She like how I move, she love how I'm making her feel I'm taking her, fucking her, leaving her, breaking her, dumping her Fuck it I'll find me another her That was fast.. baby should've known I had too much class I'm looking at her friend like too much ass Now back it up and I back her down and she asking me to come back around to her side of town so I'll dig her out But that's too much cash.. Baby a hustler, baby a buster Too much to touch her. But the way that she move. I think that I love her I do not trust her.. She crazy and shiesty and know that I lust her I can say fuck her. Back to the green Like I'm getting collards and mustards I know that you must heard.. That I'm back on my grind you know that I skate.. These niggas are falling behind, expected to hate Cause they know that I'm great These niggas deflate. Talking all crazy, outta the side of their necks They talk about checks I talk to my goons.. they go collecting my debt Whether it's fear or respect. Disrespect me I will feel no regret For making examples Tech in his mouth so I can't hear em ramble Brains getting scrambled.. Like eggs on the pave. Then sell it like scrapple.. If you scared find a chapel Holy shit I'm the shit and these niggas are assholes Switch the flow, give and go, fastball but the pitch is slow. Guaranteed.. muhfuckers never heard this before. It's all me. I spit these flames like 3rd degree But I'm cold like below 3 G.O.A.T. in my jeans G.O.A.T. in my veins T.H.C. up in my eyes A.D.D. up in my brain So excuse me when I ROCK I mean excuse me when I'm HIGH And excuse me when I'm NOT And bitch please don't kill my vibe Instead kill a cop when the kids get shot