| Act like you know who I am when I fly through the land
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| That’s some courtesy
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| Don’t hurry me, I’m so serene on the scene
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| If I leave, that’s gon' breed an emergency
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| That’s urgency, heard of me certainly
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| Work and I flirt with this weed 'til they bury me
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| Absurd to me I’m steering clean of the dirt
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| But still got the devil tryna flurry me
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| But currently I didn’t get in this position I’m in
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| Just for niggas to worry me
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| I been in this shit for a bit so I got let you niggas get word of me
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| I stick in this bitch for the permanent or 'til I’m stuck in infirmary
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| 'Cause trust ain’t nothing but a word
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| You niggas still don’t verge over perjury
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| So I stepped in, threw a check with the blessin'
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| Now the question is, what should I invest in?
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| Crept in with a weapon and my best friend
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| Hold your breath man before you be a dead man
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| Flexing like I’m wrestling, bitch I’m destined
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| Getting money cause I’m working like a Mexican
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| Best dressed nigga in the west
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| With a lot of trauma and a little finesse
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| Diamond grade boogers hanging off of my neck
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| Got a couple women tryna ruin the rep
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| I give every rumor twenty seconds or less
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| Made a couple milli' and I ain’t done yet
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| Ayy, I feel like Denzel, I feel like Denzel
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| 'Bout to FaceTime with my pen pal
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| Light up that weed and I inhale
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| I wish I could do it for a while now
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| Finna wild out 'til they let a nigga chow down
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| Hope I don’t foul out
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| Still run wild through the city with a ticket like Bow Wow
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| Never did doubt 'bout my route
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| Got me seeing that the clout is what all y’all about now
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| Better get a foul now when I pop style, layin' everything down
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| Niggas better have white towel wavin'
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| Niggas better come at me with down payments
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| Lil nigga duckin' like Cal Cambridge
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| Punk, punch me and get your town vanquished
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| And I ain’t gotta die for attention
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| I ain’t no facade, I be livin', might ride 'til the finish
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| So high like the sky ain’t the limit
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| I don’t even ride with the ceilin'
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| Blood red eyes feeling like divine intervention, no God
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| No God
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| No God
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| No God |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Consecutive Normal Punches , by - Domo Genesis. Song from the album Facade Records - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп