| Satan-eyed hufflepuffing tucked in dutch
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| I’m climbing up the echelons
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| B’s slick thick with leaf grind
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| And chief chipped like I’m old nas steam
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| Rolled and she flat lined still
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| Cold as my last beat she
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| Gone and she nasty I’m
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| Blown and she raspy
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| Crafty amongst flyest
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| It’s drafty amongst the highest
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| And I am if you’re compliant
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| I could put you onto science
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| Niggas ride waves like sawtooth
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| And they cut paste like in art school
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| While we stay paved with them oz bricks
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| And I stayed faded off wax hit… shit
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| I’m on a cloud I’m to familiar with, hoping that I don’t fall down
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| The buildings and the trees beneath my feet, what happens when I hit ground
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| What rushes up always comes crashing down
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| But take it slow you’ll make it safe and sound
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| Satan-eyed hufflepuffing tucked in dutch
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| I’m climbing up the echelons
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| J’s twisted this bitch flipping
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| She can’t take it
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| She T sis off these bong rips
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| I’m like stop tripping
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| Roof blown and we sunshine
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| Steamed-rolled till she flat lined
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| Still cold as my last beat
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| Crafty amongst the flyest
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| I’m floating above the highest
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| And I am if you’re compliant
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| I could put you onto science like… |