| With even, I practice with all you bastards
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| Laying on a rack, now I’m cracking up things they passing
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| Ash em like tobacco, I cash in and then I stack em
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| They wonder how it happened now I’m enveloped in madness
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| Champagne in the graveyard, toast to the KR’s
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| Two twelves in the trunk banging like a AR
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| I gotta thank ya’ll for helping me take off
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| Yet to truly try, cause I know if I did I’d break ya’ll
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| Down to set em in, Problems less settling
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| You need to stop sipping and popping all of them sedatives
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| That shit don’t heal you
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| That shit won’t help you
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| That shit just break you
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| And put you in hell, true
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| Been speaking this for years
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| A lot of people laughed
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| Till they laying on they back knowing this breath’s the last
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| I wouldn’t wish that on any human
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| Only thing I’m concerned about is bringing the music
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| The original hundred SESH songs stay on repeatedly
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| The ones nobody’s heard, I bump on religiously
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| The guideline to this shit that I now bring you
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| You ain’t gotta try if you know that it’s in you
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| Garage nights, couple
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| That was the recipe for the shit that we bump
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| Old news, cold tunes, and gold jewels
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| Scholar like shoes, Young Duke in a suit
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| Pocket watch thinking, Sweater untucked
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| They say it’s preparation, I say that it’s dumb luck
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| No such thing as fate when you don’t give a fuck
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| White Punk On Dope coming straight up out the dump |