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Who dat is up in dat wood dats all the opps we smoking good hit they big homies roll em up that's og kush (that's og kush) Y'all heard of dem good fellas we Dem hood fellas I remember beefing yg Jay people in the county I ain't gone rest until they sleeping soundly if u lame keep that energy from round me profoundly I find these opps hoes arousing I been a champion rapper seekin a challenge stand ten toes ready put em six feet deep or in river by Memphis cinder blocks on his feet anything could killed em in the Mississippi Pop nine leave em lying at a slob sign mr hunna getting a bounty best pray they don't get killed in alley Trav a dirty south white boy Irish Italian out the trenches most rachet spot in the city I'm been really about it I'm a nomad from a no man's land Me n shadow linked ever since we been in sync I Stay in touch with my primitive instincts barbaric overkill my middle name an infinite killing machine Prepared to turn up to the max if I die for what I spit in my raps n they screamin they blowing travisty pack I expect the fam to spin for the get back Thoughts are protrusive mine have em trippin like an optical illusion Fed can't do shit if they can't prove it none my disses were even confession peep how we movin To the youth im preaching some lessons , I'm from a place where we learn about contraband before we learn the constitution homie ask me to slide I'm like yes I'ma mob wit the shootas kicking up to the boss is just contribution Rocking wit homies is just protocol opps hear I'm gonna drop n diss em it causes then to cake up on their colon walls
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Who dat is up in dat wood dats all the opps we smoking good hit they big homies roll em up that's og kush (that's og kush) Y'all heard of dem good fellas we Dem hood fellas I remember beefing yg Jay people in the county I ain't gone rest until they sleeping soundly if u lame keep that energy from round me profoundly I find these opps hoes arousing I been a champion rapper seekin a challenge stand ten toes ready put em six feet deep or in river by Memphis cinder blocks on his feet anything could killed em in the Mississippi Pop nine leave em lying at a slob sign mr hunna getting a bounty best pray they don't get killed in alley Trav a dirty south white boy Irish Italian out the trenches most rachet spot in the city I'm been really about it I'm a nomad from a no man's land Me n shadow linked ever since we been in sync I Stay in touch with my primitive instincts barbaric overkill my middle name an infinite killing machine Prepared to turn up to the max if I die for what I spit in my raps n they screamin they blowing travisty pack I expect the fam to spin for the get back Thoughts are protrusive mine have em trippin like an optical illusion Fed can't do shit if they can't prove it none my disses were even confession peep how we movin To the youth im preaching some lessons , I'm from a place where we learn about contraband before we learn the constitution homie ask me to slide I'm like yes I'ma mob wit the shootas kicking up to the boss is just contribution Rocking wit homies is just protocol opps hear I'm gonna drop n diss em it causes then to cake up on their colon walls
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