| I wrote so many rhymes now I know I’m not sane
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| Life is similar to hell and I’m walking through the flames
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| I’m hot enough to melt the jail bars like wax
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| I get you burnt up cause I’m turned up to the max
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| What you need that? |
| Like puttin' coal in the furnace
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| Tell your homies line up, I run beat-downs concurrent
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| This is hood shit, niggas catchin' cases just to eat
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| I ain’t try’na see broke, I’m gettin' money like the main streets
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| But you know in the system I’m red flagged
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| Infra red on my ease that’ll get you a toe tag
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| California love, dig dug, with a big slug
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| Nigga scared of death, tell his Mom he need’s a big hug
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| I hug the blocks like a newborn baby
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| You owe me money, then you gon' pay me
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| Carrying lead on these streets and get chapped
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| If my gun splak, catch a third strike
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| No get back
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| GC CREAM forever
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| The fire’s lit, watch how we acquire shit
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| Speaking on environments when I invent
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| With scientists, masters of the flying fist
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| So never should you try to diss
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| Or even try to side on this while I exist
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| Hot damn, ho, here we go again
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| Got damn, yo, I just want my Ne-g-ros to win
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| Here we go again, killer coastal blend
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| Minerals of sin, co-defendants fold
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| Simply exposin' generals of men
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| Walls closin' in, lil' niggas is bangin' crip or blood
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| OGs is out the way or in the wind
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| Go 'head follow my scriptures
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| I’m in the lab with Al blowin' a spliff next to Prodigy’s picture
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| Spittin' like I’m fresh out of the pinta
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| Thugged out, high off dope
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| Exotic, psychotic adventure
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| Just a supplement for y’all to understand what you fuckin' wit;
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| Niggas get bodied on that happy go lucky shit
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| Jackknife maneuvering
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| Shawshank Redemption of Jerusalem
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| My ultralight megawatts confusin' 'em
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| The all-knowing, hammer tucked by the groin
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| It’s the brolic head-wrapped scholars with dollars overflowing
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| Curb-side courtesy, crack dealers of perjury
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| It’s burglary, swagged out Fergies who love slurping me
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| My Dynasty is Durag, too bad, you mad
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| ? |
| you trash, your literary’s too fast
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| Cocky campaign, butterscotch Levi scene
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| Egyptian Musk dust, see my CREAM
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| Bag chickens off the energy
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| My killery pimpery run circles with the Alchemy
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| Deliver the chemistry
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| Durag rap, ratchet clap
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| Smash you with a bat
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| Laughin' at your raps
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| Smashin' on you cats
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| Spazzin' on you rats
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| Durag rap, the Dynasty is back
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| Yasir Arafat, countin' up my stacks
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| Where the paper at |