| Put some sauce on the beats, let the streets get numb
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| Put your mind in the dark, here they come here they come
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| Demons of the here go strike one
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| The buster missed so bad that he went for his gun
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| He aimed for my head but the shit got stuck
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| The second pitch came and fucked him up
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| And left his head on the plate as the game got called
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| But when you in swank town baby, that’s how we ball
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| Onto the next obsticle as if it’s possible
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| To fuck with a man who does eveything illogical
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| When the shit’s untouchable, best believe it’s unstoppable
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| You and your little you better call an
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| I’m a quarter of a century still bustin' this shit
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| You thought it was till it layed you on your back
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| Thought you would roll one up but your just turnin' to a slave
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| Scared to hold your own head down to your grave
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| Let them busters tie your nuts up and hang you from a
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| The moon in the sky, the cars in the street
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| How it feels to get so high, you forget how to speak
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| What it’s like to stay inside, let’s go to the beach
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| Let’s go for a ride, nothing’s out of reach
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| It seperates and slides through my body on the creep
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| It expands and swallows me until i’m obsolete
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| Come tomorrow we won’t remember last week
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| The atmos feels so thick it makes my thoughts disappear
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| Starin' at the shit cuz it makes me feel so weird
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| So close to the fire, i’ve begun to feel the fear
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| Kill my human desires till i end up in the clear
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| my tires peel out inside your ears
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| Through the dark like riders, we’ve been doing this for years
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| G rider, g rider
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| Young blunt divider, tips from an insider
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| Add a little shroom tea to the apple cider
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| The door of oppurtunity needs to open wider
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| A cheater and a liar
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| for the fyre
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| I’m up in the air but i want to fly higher
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| Inside the divide we provide insight
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| Ride till we die, stay high in the daylight
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| Speeding towards the twilight
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| The devil whispers softly in the night
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| Inside the flaws of love, you see the grace of joy
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| Rappin', make it happen, thunder clappin' is my ploy
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| Searchin' through existence, sin is just a decoy
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| G rider, yeah boy! |