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I keep dripping over these flows I keep the stiff arm, you too close Swiss army knife I keep like seven different type of bros At least two keep a pole At least 3 from the streets I know Five live by the code Savages in the fold Halogens on bright, y'all know slime heavy with the smoke Grind heavy tony hawk Hands on, do it manual more [?] in my walk Kick push all the hoes, no Fiascos I'm Spock No tobacco just weed Too much Tabasco, I'm hot This shit is Hasbro, all games I cannot dap up no opps I keep a stiff arm, don't tweak I hit the heisman on beat I keep rolling up I just smoked Fact is some niggas just weeds Fact is some niggas gon' grow Fact is some you don't need I keep the stiff arm, you too close Too many hands on this blunt, too many Too many words left unsaid Too many times left on read Letras de cancionesToo many times watched you front, too many Too many hands on this blunt It's too many people I don't know Too many hands in my face, in my pocket Shit gets out of pocket You gotta watch it You gon' learn this shit If I only had my left eye I might burn this shit I digress, it's only sage and this is burning shit [?] And it's too many heads in this bitch, boy It's too many heads on this blunt, too many Too many heads on this blunt, too many I keep a stiff arm, you too close I keep a swiss army knife too (I keep a stiff arm, you too close) (I keep a swiss army knife too) (I keep a swiss army knife) A few thousand pounds of what the fuck now Y'all scared we gonna pick up the pace and trample our way out Y'all gonna make us pop the trunk and trample the whole town Unstoppable together so we plucked from the crowd The hot topic tossed around that no one talks about A 10 feet tall issue in plain view Our existence is the elephant in every board room How we larger than life and lurking in the shadow? How the lion the king when I can slap him with my nose? Take our plant base for weakness Stay preying on our soul Bring up what y'all did to us and now the schools uncomfortable Y'all can ban critical race theory but it's the bedrock of your homes We easier to muzzle when we made to feel alone A huge burden when you way too much Thick skin with a sensitive touch Can't shrink, don't mean it don't hurt Enormity, it's a gift and curse We gon' wait for recognition or flip the conference table first Their fear or ours, ain't no telling what's worse From Letras Mania