Promise I 'aint run, I put my fist up after I get my dick suck
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And quick butt maybe a gold chain
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With that fucking flattest, this is sober a couples men
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They tenderly, tinier turning go and I 'aint finish all
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Hardly fucking with these nigga's, nigga listen
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The description doesn't fit if not a sin in a minute
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Don't forget it, in turn, these critics in turn
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It's been in this shit, spilling, just burning like six foresees
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Ready to fix, learn in digest, it's spontaneous like
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Dispelling one trick only miss isn't he?
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Wanna have a lessons fucking six nigga
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Crawling down act like a rich nigga, isn't he?
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Cracks around because slap ahead never had cash account
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Stamping shot and crashing this niggas don't let to crack it out
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Crack and lock and '
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Hide you face and through you flannels off, wet shirt nigga
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Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning
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Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought
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Knoking these nigga teeth ...little bro
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I won't fuck with no cops
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Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top
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Wrapping to that could rock, passions listen old jack
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Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights
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Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing bitch
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From a city that's recession here
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Stress nigga can conflex medal with paddle right for
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But most niggs's high and bring 'em and ...to stay '
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Braking news, that's less important when a lanker lose
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It's laded in a baby in that baby food, hands try to make it through
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Fish never lay 'that she getting through
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Wired dirty it's the fucking sky that you painted too
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So here I see it, I'm in a pyramid
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God spreading like it's true in that
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Disappear again, reappear and be on top of the leader
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Steer at 'em 'the kids arrogates
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Provided on a bad drop music
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For the crack, rock music in mascara
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Ride in the skinny, caught on a black top
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'a lot of influence for the match batch stricken
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By how the fuck you bother now?
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Boy, ooh boy, I'm badest burn'
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Spinning roof the little nigga, nimble 'rolling bitch
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Nigga's pick, a little pelf, plus I get this shit
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Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning
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Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought
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Knoking these nigga teeth ...little bro
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I won't fuck with no cops
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Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top
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Wrapping to that could rock, passions listen old jack
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Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights
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Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing bitch
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Bro we know your niggas 'aint about shit
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Come around we got him down '.
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I'm ready to kill so tested all my weapons are real
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Selling disk, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is
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Got a wish and that they never gets weapons to kill
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'of fat bitches at the show all throw out all witches
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Nigga's get that from how they live and I live for money
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Others words I'm getting money, little boy told me when it's time to ride that's for me
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'aitn no body scarred of me, they think niggas 'aint prepare for he
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Toast it like post sticks the way I push it
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If this was eight-eight I wouldn't sing a roofless
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Now sing 'i'm walking down '
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When the best go, haters with the '
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Voices inside my head told me what they miss, ...
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Every body's hurt 'til they only got what seeking
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Kicking of but, but it 'aint a song '
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I don't believe it but to each and all, I 'aint trip alone 'cause I can reach crowd
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Hit your home like '
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Tell 'em free'
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Here to save you nigga from to '
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Hive
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
