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This song was done today. I'm on first verse, and my homeboy on the 2nd verse.
Bitch you know it's Noble, yeah I'm bout to spit some sick shit
Life in the fast lane, your girl control the stick shift
So get this, get that, get back, and switch swag's
I come in, with six sacks, full of sick hash
I'm ripped as, a group of hippy's smoking in the seventies
Got soo much pine like I just cut down eleven tree's
Y'all telling me to kill this shit, it's kinda like your begging me
I'm going in, but after me, well that's Devin P
You ain't telling me shit, but I am just informing you
All about that fire, like I stay with the mortar crew
Your short of two, cents, get ripped, too rare for your presence
Your crew's shit, we sick, its not fair for you contestants
And it's a blessing, I'm on a miracle high
My spirit is fly, you can tell by lyrics I write
And sorry to the haters, I must be killing you guys
And the reason I be doing this, the realness in rhymes
And I'm too fucking based, it brings a tear to your eye
And I'm killin' all you bitches, that's a tear to the side
And I'm too fucking based, it brings a tear to your eye
And I'm killin' all you bitches, that's a tear to the side
This one was completed yesterday. I'm on second verse.
Poppin' X & smokin' O's, that's just how the story goes
But I'm so fucked up, you don't need to worry though
But now I'm back up on my shit with this shit with a fury flow
Fuck the cops, and fuck the feds, and fuck all of them jury hoes
Fuck 'em all, you think you a rapper? Now that's bullshit
$20 mic, now that's a full spliff
And I burn at least a few a day
And it's of that mothafuckin' dank, mufucka you been ripped
And the way I stay with mollie, you would think that that's my new bitch
But she do shit, make me feel so clueless
So I sit back, load the bong, then I take a few hits
You ain't 'bout this lifestyle, boy, you fuckin' foolish
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But thanks brah!
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