| All my niggas got a F on they jacket
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| Pistol pop pellets pierce through you and who’s on your fabrics
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| Goose feathers went everywhere, some of them shits bloody
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| New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me
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| Profiling, posted on the ave P in Polo
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| So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel dolo
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| Effervescent, refreshing, the best at
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| Sean shit good hood? |
| Maybe the best act
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| Nevermind that, shit don’t matter
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| Bet I rhyme clever lines, shit don’t matter
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| Every line except for mine, shit smoke rappers
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| Forever I’m millimeter nine gorilla ether divine
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| Shit to share, shoot the fair, shot a gun
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| Shoot the shit 'til your shit shot, shoulda shot a fair one (Damn)
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| The nicest
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| Sean price is
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| An ape in his apex
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| Ape food
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| Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
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| Termite larvae
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| Listen what the god say
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| Sing a sad song like Sade
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| (I'ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!)
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| Ruste Juxx is an ape in his apex
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| Raw like my dick busting out of the latex
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| Spray tec’s out the grey Lex
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| Wet up your Avirex
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| You exchange gay sex for paychecks
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| Sean Price shoot your guts in the gravel
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| Slugs got passports, bullets will travel
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| International live from Kingston Avenue
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| Stash roaches, rolled the blunt from the revenue
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| Sword stabbing you
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| Samurai, sensei
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| My hearts muy frio, the flow’s caliente
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| Your shit wackator
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| I might crack your jaw
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| Used to sell coke, pure white, called it Macklemore
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| Holes I rip in 'em
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| Deadly when I spit venom
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| Stomped the mud hole one pair of kicks in 'em
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| For hard bars this verse will get the most write ups
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| Son I’m nice, Sean Price is the ghostwriter
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| Ape food
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| Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits
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| Termite larvae
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| Listen what the god say
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| Sing a sad song like Sade
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| (I'ma eat your food like this fucker an entree, P!) |