[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
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Why I feel like the past
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Is catching up to my ass
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The devil on each shoulder
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No halo's on my staff
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Your medula may implode
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When I spit this venom in code
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When I spit this venomous flow
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Mind bending entity oh!
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My soul glowing it's gold
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My heart's dark and it's cold
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My art's a part of my soul
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I can't help but give yall the most
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Can't help but be niggas hope
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Can't help but rise through the smoke
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Can't help that my dick is big
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And it's in the back of her throat
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Break bread and make toast
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Raise glass and blow smoke
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Kick ass like Bernie Mac
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And mac on with these hoes
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Flip packs and bust gats
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And live on through these quotes
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Too mentally unstable
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To be fucking around with them labels
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Picture me Yakkity Yak
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Talking shit at these round tables
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Naw son never that
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It's just millies under the table
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I'm saving up every cent
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Starting our own label
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Serpent under the rainbow
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The pot of gold in the store
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Fallen angels they dangle
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From clouds as they (awww)
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[Hook: Meechy Darko]
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Money pussy and drugs
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Be the antidepressant
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In pursuit of presidents
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You might have to keep you a Wesson
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Names ahead of presidents
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That don't make change in a second
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Mother fuck your reverend
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And all the lies that he telling
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[Verse 2: Juice]
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They say we not able
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Strange but peep through different angles
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Speak the truth cause what we plant
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Is all seeding for the future
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Probably cooler than I thought I was
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Probably with a fewer
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I'm hot bitch I ain't Nelly
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This ain't MIMS
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I'm something deadly
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Petty niggas y'all ain't ready
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The shit I kick is heavy
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A felon, moving steady
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Ungrateful bitches get stitches
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And buried 6 feet in ditches
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In the clouds painting pictures
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Sometimes I'm feeling enormous
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I'm bout to jump I'm feeling nauseous
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Close your eyes for repercussions
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Tried to use a gun man
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But the gun jammed
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Maybe if I won they'd probably get me
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Strap a gun and tell them
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Put one in my lung
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Shoot one through my heart
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Rip my tongue apart
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Never again to speak this art
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And I ain't got to sign a motherfucking deal
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I could still fuck your girl
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Off a blunt and some chew
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Smoking up them hotels
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Put it on my bill
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Sleep till next Wednesday
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Wake up to her grill
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That super stanky dank
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Got me high mushroom using
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The event of my demise
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I'm laughing at you rap guys spitting lies
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Nephilim
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