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Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Hand-craft the music, rhymes stay acoustic Pies and Thighs on my mind all the time, roll the lime Fuck rap I was class with my bus pass Early nineties Tom Selleck with the moustache Your eyes are blind to the diamond in the rough Needle in the hay, charismatic character, far from amateur Spider senses so I'm scanning the parameter Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker Stand beside me motherfucker you're my brother Came from different pussies but we share the same supper Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat West Palm Beach betting on a dog race Bitch with me big titties and a small waist Pistol noise, shiftin' in a Hitler toy Kick shit, young Ruud van Nistelrooy Eating brisket, chilling at the bris Knuckles like I punch walls metal in the fist Letras de cancionesSmoking seven kinds of pepper and shit Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick Stroke pussy like a cat lover My kids are mixed that means they got a black Mother And their Father's a G Strictly Oolong on the tea, the shirt straight from '93, man with the ski Peace to lo-lives Brooklyn, smart crew Queens Sharp tooth fiends in the chartreuse jeans Old Girbaud shit, pockets in the front Waist 33, odd sizes out of Marshalls Five minute beats, one take raps No false stories of my gunplay stats Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat Kid, Queens shit, Blue Chips shit From Letras Mania