| «Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator»
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| Yo, being hella brash is the swag bruh
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| Sittin' back and im gettin' ass in Nebraska
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| Different flask in a different class rolling grass up
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| Nu Age only spitting facts no whack stuff
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| Yeah, that’s how we do it no taxin'
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| My niggas comin' through and we slashin' with axes
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| Bag a fine chick, back tats and an accent
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| Niggas tryna 'lab I’mma ask where the racks is
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| Uh, cause we don’t do this for free
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| Im zoot and I’m starved and a dude gotta eat
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| No clockin' out, workin' all day; |
| no sleep
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| Bring the block out, twerkin' all day, that shit hot
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| That’s why we never asks where the streets went
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| Dude slangin' trees more cheese for the defense
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| K-F-C, two piece, hella greasy
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| Little slop, but you see a dude still eatin'
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| A dude still chiefin' cause the rules don’t matter
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| Don’t need any beef cause 'em tools go splatter, rata, tata
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| Shootin' bullshit it’ll come back whizzin' your drawers get splattered
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| Where I’m from any niggas wearin' jewels gettin' snatched up
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| All about the C.R.E.A.M every fool got back up
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| Can’t hear Jesus cause the weed is loud as Mack trucks
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| Phantom all black and the volume to the max
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| Doin' drive by’s so they don’t know where we at
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| All you hear is tires, click-clack, booms of the gats
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| No cure for the madness, so it’s like cancer
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| Bumpin' «It's a hobo» just became the death anthem
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| The whip fouettin' like a dancer
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| Échappé-ing to blant up and get slanted
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| Disrespect the fam' I’mma have to back hand ya
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| And niggas be hatin' they hella mad cause I’m handsome
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| Gold Phantom, rancids aren’t random
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| Kidnap the game and hold it with no ransom
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| A ghostly flow, we hang clothes with no hanger
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| Music without me is like dark with no Manson
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| Nigga just snuff 'em, and leave they nose flarin'
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| Slow motion, that’s a board with bad bearings
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| People in awe, my God, just keep 'em starrin'
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| I like my fishes Pacific so I copped a red herrin'
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| From the bottom, light totes with no handles
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| African Sheppard im leadin' goats with no sandals
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| Niggas stay sellin' they soul for most stamina
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| Don’t invite yourself
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| I’m the host with no manners, bitch
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |