| Rap game Hunter S. Thompson or Jim Morrison prophet
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| Bitch took a few hits of acid and think my dick is the Lochness
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| I’m faded off this actavis, got me anything but active, bitch
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| Burning blunts with your OG big homie while I craft this shit
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| Petty off the henny, can’t defend me like its '99
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| Envy tried to end me, none successful, though a couple tried
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| Mr.Smack-Your-Favorite-Underground-Rapper, bitch cracker
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| Ex-trapping car scammer, slicker than some ball bearings
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| Drunk behind the wheel, to the top where I’m steering
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| Get indicted for tyranny, come barred out to the hearing
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| Young money hungry drug user, I’m exactly what they fearing
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| It feel like you made it when hoes start fucking off appearance
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| Nigga
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| Sin and drugs
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| Sin and drugs (getting money)
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| We got the plug
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| Bitches tryna fuck
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| Sin and drugs
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| Sin and drugs (getting money)
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| We got the plug (bitches know my name)
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| We high as fuck (Stolen Youth)
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| 100 for the white tee
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| 7 in the seven so a nigga really 9 deep
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| I don’t play, I stay from the court
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| You from the hood but you stayed on the porch
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| I stay with the torch, the Sig make stadium noise
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| A round of applause, I clap, send rounds at your jaws
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| A bounty on y’all, it’s on sight, bound to get off
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| They stealing the flow, but so, a nigga still in the door
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| I’m still getting dough regardless, broads in my apartment
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| Call 'em for the bluff quick, bread long as muskets
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| Head wrong, I’m dumb sick, sawed off, the pump fit
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| Haul off your youngest, hearse boys, we murk boys
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| Turnt up, your lights get turnt off
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| Sin and drugs
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| Sin and drugs
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| We got the plug
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| Bitches tryna fuck |