ft. Apollo Brown
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Squeeze shots introduced to a brief spot
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Greet me with nuts, yet to reach my equinox
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Rap with the Glock in a see-through box
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Seen with a fox, underneath socks
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Used to be fiends with the sheet rock, a hundred block
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Lumber the chop, summer was hot
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Double barrel shotty cock, make it bubble bath
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Hustle a lot, step it up to the truck, the bus stop
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Device to y'all blood clot
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Homicide, the line's genetically modified
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You're not quite qualified, time flies
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While I get in top five you get sodomized
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The high rise follow the guidelines'
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All experiments lost, some biblical proportions
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Fortune, escape the box that I was forced in
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Cut the foreskin, dig a hole and drop the corpse in
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They build shotguns in hell
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Yo, hand me the toast'
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I'll carry, never marry a hoe
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Brain splat, paint the av, shake your ass
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Make it last, make it last
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Break the glass, replace with cash
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Open the cake, erase the past, the race is fast
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Running basis is basic math
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They build shotguns in hell
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Shotguns In Hell
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Roc Marciano |