| Gee, young nigga but my heart is timeless
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| No price on my soul, ship filled up with gold
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| Mothafucka y’know that’s priceless
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| 2 grams ain’t enough, nigga keep yo blunt
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| Won’t smoke if the shit ain’t the finest
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| Niggas talk about what they got
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| When you check on these niggas, motherfuckers be lying
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| Bow down to the motherfucking highness
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| Fire start Hibachi, nigga OG like Hiachi
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| Break up yo whole posse, ya’ll niggas movin' too sloppy
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| Hittin' like I’m Rocky, independent you can’t drop me
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| Beast Coast be my army if I tell 'em shoot, they got me
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| Raised in the belly of the beast
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| Born in a war but my heart with the peace
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| Raising up Gods every time that I speak
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| When we all get involved ain’t no starvin' to eat
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| Making sure all my niggas gon' feast
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| Ya’ll gonna see why we chasing the cream
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| Roll up the leaves, nigga spark up the tree
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| You ain’t got no weed?
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| Nigga fuck you mean
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| Nigga fuck you mean
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| My aura gold, word to the oracle
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| I’m the illest motherfucker incurable
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| I went through all the bull, about a toilet full
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| In royal flesh, I want all the loot man
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| The sour be clutch like Kobe do
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| And I’m living in L.A. so that’s only proof
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| Got a bitch in the bay, that love the shroom
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| She be screaming «AK!"when I shove the broom
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| It’s a mismatch, can’t hold us
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| Better get back, you ain’t no soldier
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| Fuck your sister, guess what she told us
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| You a bitch ass nigga since stroller, now hol' up
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| Smoking good, 'fronto wrapped around the OG in my hood
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| It’s understood, if AK be winning then you know you could
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| Psych! |
| bitch can’t kill my vibe, I’m on an everlasting high
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| Want peace of mind and piece of pie
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| If it’s not both then take my life
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| I’m blowing smoke until I die, high as heaven watch me fly
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| Look within you’ll probably find a place
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| Go home boy live yo life
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| I’m blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow
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| Fuck it lets waste it
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| We advance though, even your fans know
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| Ya’ll niggas basic
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| Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles
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| Nigga stay faded
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| You and yo mans jokes, we with yo damn hoe
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| Them bitches wasted
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| (One thing is sure)
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| Peso, I’m counting peso’s and smoking fuego
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| Save hoes, you niggas save hoes, now that’s a no-go
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| Photo, she sneaking photo, she think she low tho
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| Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang tho
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| I’m smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow
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| I’m like «you bad hoe», now fast forward
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| She took her pants off, guess she like assholes
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| Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance though
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| My cash flow, fuck up a damn show then take a fan home
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| Fuego, fuego, smoking fuego with yo dame
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| Been like a whole 20 minutes, can’t front
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| Nigga still don’t know her name
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| 30 minutes later have my pinky in her brain
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| She like, «I thought you were different?
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| All of you rappers just the same»
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| She ain’t complain
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| AK inside of your bitch, right in the bunk ain’t no need for no crib
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| Light up the skunk and then pro-ceed to go in
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| Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn
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| Pray this new shit make your speaker blow
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| Puffin' khalifa joe, make your girl tippy-toe in
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| She in love then she go telling her friends
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| Like she hitting my line cause the lord is on tour yet again
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| Wait for a nigga to start winning
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| First they love you then they hate, then they tasting the salt
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| Face it you niggas is soft, Quilton
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| Know the knowledge ain’t hidden just open the vault
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| No debating, stay dope inhaling
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| Clear the road, no trailing
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| Never sober, steering
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| Get run over near me
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| Dropping cold shit yearly
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| Flow severely, I know you feel me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Allusions , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Evermore - The Art of Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп