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You know it's real Poppin' a pill Thanks for the pill Ice on the scales Nights with the grills Kites for my chil's You type until Flights for the girls Black night, Black knights Knights of the veil License entail [?] They tails rattle, but they fail in battle I pop jail shout outs while I bail Seattle I hear they chatter but to me it ain't matter I'm off some stamped passport with some cake batter, get madder Of course I've bagged it, there's sadder and badder He's the former, I'm the latter He got to buy all the things he brag bout - me? When I came out man, I already had it I'm in the back of G van with (?)'s Pop Tell me his son was abouts to get hot These is town niggas, I'm thinking why not Get reals my bros, but she don't wanna not I practice in Blackness when macking my flows Letras de cancionesThis what an African nigga gon' know Like Gule, and Sabe and Jurado They clip the AK, "so what's happenin' bro?" The usual, pimped on a [?] Casablanca with Yeezys on my feet Let me now shout out EC and DP Since C.A.Y.A., I flowed the fly way She knew the deal and she on the highway From my hood, if he was flyer and wanted to skyway Shout out EJ, CJKJ Each and e'ry day, for me's a pay day He ain't filthy, no word gymnastics That's Old English, dipped in plastic Deliver spastic in the [?] last peaks The systems [?] That's rich, I just pee-peed your sheen I bop with a limp, hop a trench I've been in a trench, I get out the pinch You can't see, still on the bench? For styles I invented, don't start to preen Hoes start the green, I'm in motion You're all in contempt Lost in these streets is now lost in the beat Man, I can't even remember my last tweet Your souls man, selfie can last week Your swag, beat, that's me This one I'm with like mango lassi Whoosh off her feet, it's a fast week Sprawled out, looked like gold and [?] We touching the green, now she fast asleep But I'm still a jiggy on this beat [?] i'm a [?] I got diamonds on my flow You can bet other niggas know I'm watching all the stars Falling out they bars I see the sell outs, clowns, coons Staring empty minded at the moon Ever waiting This is why, I ride the waves I got Quazarz on my blood Filthy brains and razor parts We could do it in the dark I see the sell outs, clowns, coons Staring empty minded at the full moon Ever waiting This is why, I freed the slaves From Letras Mania