| I got goals I can’t afford to reach
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| A gorgeous creep with a gorged physique
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| ‘Bout to crack open that Georgia peach
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| Enormous leaps and bounds travelling planned cab
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| Land jabs on your granddad’s sandbags
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| Bland hags pack a class full of lobbyists
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| This man’s plan sans a grasp of the obvious
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| No other clues or whose well then it’s probably us
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| Seen some shit on my lips, well then then it’s probably crust
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| Seen some shit on my tip, well then it’s probably dust
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| The last remnants of a Hollywood jolly slut
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| An oddly bunch whose weaponry is bribery
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| With shotty pumps held by ebony and ivory
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| Too violent
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| The two tyrant climate is new to the dudes that were hidin by the hydrant
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| Peruse through the news and misguided by the views
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| Your crews full of noobs get invited to my pubes
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| Doppelgang, black man white man be like
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| It’s the short man, hype man with no hype, man be like
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| Ayo I left the crib on the hunt for liquor
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| And did some hit and runs with a «Jesus Loves You» bumper sticker
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| As youngins used to row a sickle point side up
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| Who mixed the matzo bread with the pumpernickel?
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| Cause this shit is a tremendous bargain
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| Ghastly duo grab the mic make the crowd say I beg your pardon
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| Quick to said it with pathetic jargon
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| And rappin no regard for human life
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| Like my nigga Kevin Harlon
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| Yes we couldn’t care less if you nearly died
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| Rappers is quick to tell you’re their backstory teary-eyed
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| Why? |
| Like they maker for your shitty joints
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| Reel in the line and quit fishin for the pity points
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| EP, a midget who flow tighter
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| Nigga need a step ladder to get into the low-rider
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| Together with Matt the wise-guy hotshot
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| Drivin by looking for a Wi-Fi hotspot |