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i'm 25
been snortin' all these lines
codeine dreams
where i'm spendin' all my time
it's like Lordran
where i'm fiendin' for these souls
better watch your back
cuz i'm gettin' very bold
and i'm way too old
kingseeker frampt
lieing to them hos like
this green way too dank
i'm a yung stunna
aviation free
feds on the search
but they can't see me
stylin' hard
cut 'em up like diamonds
grindin' in the mine
for the hundredth million time
ain't swaggin'
in the 3d
my life's a video camera
it's stretch like my tv
i'm smashin' with a hammer
hamma567
sleepin' on my couch
call me swaglord 7
universe i touch
universe i swag
universe i see
universe i grab
and i'm slangin' on that cestral plane
she's ass and big ol titties
voices screamed "boy come inside"
blast off to infinity
reached that far beyond
crash landed in some cash
spent it on my bitch
and saved the rest for grass
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i got gucci on top and i'm stackin bricks down south
now theres chunks on my kicks and my minds upside down
these forest lungs are all charred
my visions spinning avante garde
my machamp has no guard
this phantom force will bombard
illuminati alumni
i called your bitch and she came by
these forest lungs got me sky high
i'm grabbing clouds on this fly by
i'm free basing too wasted
sixteen and i pushed cases
free fallin i'm still ballin
atmospheric pressure droppin
black holes i'm too cold
ill slap a bitch i'm too bold
i'm planet hoppin day trippin
i'm half a mil i'm too old
triple six and im on sale
your beats gluten they too stale
your rhymes sprinkle mines hail
i'm charizard you're dragon tales
illuminati no triangles
rhombus got no right angles
math lessons i turned the tables
lickitung and shes disabled
solo no concert
this cult leader convert
my hand up her grass skirt
this five-finger insert
these nanomachines flow
my city streets aglow
i'm dealin ultra blows
while your bitch is in tow
two mythril stones out on loans
i'll take a pic with my flip phone
my frogs hop we roll deep
i'll stuff your girl she wont peep
one hand cqc
i'm crawling round biss boss sneak
foaming mouth she sprang a leak
i'm falling down from this peak
you in a drought with your girl scouts
i'm ridin high beyond any doubt
i'm slaying foes with these dragon shouts
i'll end the track but wont fade it out
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i got forty in my other ride
got that thing on the other side
bustin' heads if they come alive
i ain't burnin' off another time tryin to flip another dime
she's on her knees
thought of the ice drunk off the lean
we keepin' her fed
i roll with a crew she healin' the team
you lookin' away
the shine of the diamonds cut is so clean
endos and clips
you showin' your ass get hit with the beam
we runnin' the game
i'm coding the blocks i'm changing the theme
you inside my realm
you having a nightmare it's just a dream
you cannot compare
my flow is the ocean yours is a stream
you still don't know nuthin
i sell like i live the american dream
keno called
sayin' it's due we out on the run
he better not find us
he got the AKs he use 'em for fun
we stay in a line-up
we sellin' in numbers we out in the sun
he sneakin' up on us
the game isn't over but we've come undone
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4. |
Track 06 prod. outmind
01:14
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reachin in my pocket
feelin stacks, im all in
lookin to the heavens and i see my titan fallin
she wont say nuthin
he wont be ballin
checkin on my phone and i see your bitch is callin
hatin on them hos but i love them charlie's angels
cant afford a bentley so i comped it on a rental
stacks mile high, had to cut em like a hangnail
green ran dry, had to auction off them females
how much for the green
how much for the kicks
how much for the piece
how much for the bricks
burnin up these trees, escape through the forest
capra demon swag, never wrote a chorus
sweat from the mollies and the stench from the kush
and the stacks from the dro that my bro couldnt push
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20.1.12 prod. outmind
01:34
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i'm tired of trying
this pen isn't rhyming
i'm floatin' i'm golden
this green isn't drying
this novice from Kanto
we up at the top though
my squad roll quad deep though
my life is a free throw like
hide the stacks change your gaze
disappear in the haze
hold on for seven days
look to the sun and praise
hoppin' with killers
this potion's for vigor
i'm pulling the trigger
don't fuck with my
i'm rappin floor shows
while you rhyming game shows
i'm rolling through chateaus
while my pockets outgrow
these great balls i'm throwing
this bordeaux is flowing
she's taking the whole thing
and you won't be knowing like
i'm marco i'm polo
call me quasimodo
come here take a photo
of this virtuoso
i'm melting trophies
and i'm hard as concrete
my time signature be
123 123 123
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i'm droppin' the pounds
i'm losing the stacks and taking the hit
you don't come around
if we see your face we claimin' your bitch
i'm snatchin' your flow
i'm crossing the game and changing the locks
i'm one step ahead
i'm inside your mind i'm reading your thoughts
i'm thieving your bitch
you runnin' your mouth you pleading with cops
she ridin' my dick
she takin' the load then cuttin' these rocks
you ridin' the bus
i'm sliding on yachts i'm parking on docks
you playin' these games
i got the AK i'm loading the glocks
i stopped at the mart
picked up some potions got me a heal
i'm feeding the crew
you better not slip i'm waitin' for deals
i got all this green
it's tearin' the blunt i'm needing a seal
don't get too attached you left with the feels
the green has gone deaf
the last of us smellin' the stench of decay
we flyin' the skies
i'm sittin' sideways in a gucci valet
i ain't talkin no riff raff
i got purple water don't call me monet
your bitch done came through
my crew playin' her like an action replay
the censor the voice
got easy forty on delfino bay
i'm spillin' the lean
go buy me some more got paper to play
you fuckers see nuthin
got rogues on the ground when the sith in the fray
my frogs got impatient
keep sellin' this shell's gotta settle today
this check hasn't cleared
i'm too overdrawn i've run out of bands
they takin' it all
first is the lexus next is the benz
it isn't a downfall
i got me a brick i'm trading the tens
i got me a block
on top of the game i'm back where i've been
we loadin' the guns
it ain't too complex we goin' to war
we marchin' on blocks
we inside your house we kickin' down doors
until i slipped up
off of the green feelin' real poor
he done pulled a piece
two in the stomach i'm dead on the floor
[echoes eternally]
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