| I’m just fuckin' around thought I’d throw this down, Yeah
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| I put the beat on loop
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| Kick back and write a verse
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| Scratch the pencil on the paper tryna fit my thoughts to words
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| And verbs curb my urge to spit faster
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| Grab a pizza from down the street hit up my dudes after
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| Steppin' out Nat’s looking' at the next chapter
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| I got way more time than money so that’s the motive
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| I get at your older bitch
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| Tell her it’s the new kid screwin' around
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| I don’t try I do it for sound love when the crowd gets down at the shows around
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| town
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| Cause flows get out of style
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| After a while I put out an album for free
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| Cause when I’m live people see the real me
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| Comin' from the basement call me a liar
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| Tell um at the place that they gota catch up
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| We’re rollin' up the trees lookin' out for the fire
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| Winter summer spring get your shoes laced up
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| (Verse 2: Carter)
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| The root of our music induces the fuming of nuggets
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| I’m right above it, with flubber indulging in buckets of green
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| I can tell cut the scene outta my movie
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| Fibbin, then shiffin my hoop D, kiss good but real toothy
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| Tame but I gotta see if she wanna get busy with my flow better yet I’ll get
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| number livin it under duckin a hundred thunder bolts
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| Frivolous wandering under dogs, remember the pogs?
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| Shakin saws then shakin paws unzippin the rim of the feminine enema
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| End of the leather path some of the regular sets and reps assemble a center of
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| assassins, summer’ll be passin I’ll just be laughing
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| Smokin the grass n sippin from brass
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| I’ll fuck with that shit |