| Quartered off the block
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| Self propped up with unbearable lightness
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| Deadstock box on ice to be thawed in a time of crisis
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| Grab a mop Lord
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| Five swipe daily
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| Make more righteous hypebeasts
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| Rappers on High Street
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| Blind priests
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| No DOB on the ID
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| She rock a thousand dollar weave
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| Her services are well appointed
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| Only foots of Night see touch not my anointed
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| You got the motherfuckin' coin but never seemed it was short
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| You can’t afford to credibly question what is the law
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| Toys gettin' shorted
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| Under couple boards broke out extortion
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| More of a science
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| Slash to glory in violence
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| Forces
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| I feel so so so so so so so important
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| Warning
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| Void the sale
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| Golden feathers
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| Weights and scale
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| Hold my leather
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| Offshore tax shelter
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| Eat a dick my nig
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| St. Louis rip
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| Grease shine his lip
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| Fix your momma wig
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| Hop otherwise on skids
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| Thistler on the roof
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| There’s one in every family
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| Next year I’m bringing home the cream
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| Hands free
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| Plan B, C, and D land speed
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| Drug B
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| Bill Cook juice
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| Reptile skin on feet
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| Well, when the praises go up
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| It be raining gold teeth there
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| POV
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| I ain’t make the rules
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| I ain’t make the rules
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| Your God is distant
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| Your father never listen
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| God forbid your father missin'
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| Had to do wrong off of intuition
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| Son ask what I be doing in the kitchen
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| Kid I’m trying to beat the fucking system
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| Came home staring a thousand yards in the distance (Gone fishin')
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| Kronos swallow stones during interdiction the bitch bewitching
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| Zeus lay low face like he ain’t going back to prison
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| Now we in the weeds where ordinary turn hard to believe
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| Told my mentee «trees and staffs, stems and seeds»
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| Lookin' at me crazy
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| Nah I’m fucking with you B
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| You know me
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| I grew up at the reaper knee
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| Paperwork said they found residue on the beats
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| We all watched the widow weep just to be sure
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| I was eleven with the widow’s peak almost relieved he was gone
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| Gutted they don’t want that realness
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| When cousins and uncles caught the illness
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| Gone to Thanksgiving lying, dying, trying
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| Trapped animals stale, stole shocked it
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| You want a sick verse buddy you got it
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| Off message even when I’m on topic
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| My aunt was 700 miles away from my father when his sister died
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| Was told he stared into space numb
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| Was told to save my money and not to come
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| Better hold a stoneface in place of leisure
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| Please tell me about your vacation
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| So I can paste my face in it
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| In moments of pain and isolation
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| My mother lost a close friend
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| She sat with her and watched her fade
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| Funny the same man who failed with a screwdriver
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| Succeeded with AIDS
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| And that makes a protest or t-shirt meaningless
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| I stretched out both hands
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| To prepare for weapon stress
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| Afraid everyday to die as an old man
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| At the pace of a headache and an ounce of blood
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| Word to my liver
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| This cocktail’s the only thing that keeps me from
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| Killing you niggas
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| Damn that site passed on your album (it did?)
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| My people keep getting executed (they are?)
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| But I need to lower my volume because I’m too black to surround |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If He Holla, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп