| My Generation be wildin'
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| Like we was born desolate on a island
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| LSD hittin' proper
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| Nigga like NZT, you can’t stop us
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| Gang move like we mobsters
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| Nigga drink Hennesey like a shotter
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| Free my niggas that’s locked up
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| Police always tryna come knock us
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| I’m backseat, blowin' my drow
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| Undercover cop creepin' on the low
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| I got a zip and the hash stashed in the gas tank
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| Hope the nigga don’t smell my smoke
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| I take a trip out to the fresh coast
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| Good pow, good weed move slow
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| I got a plate of the hash then I ship that fast
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| I’mma see that shit when I go home
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| Call that fresh direct marijuana
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| Only fuck with that potent product
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| They mad cause I switch the topics
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| Like I can’t talk 'bout what I’m thriving
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| I’m eatin' good in my hood
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| My niggas see me ear to ear smiling
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| I’m always high as a fucking kite
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| But my mosh pits they get violent
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| Beast coast winners my gang
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| Keep a real tight circle, nigga, fuck through friends
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| Been around the globe, now I’m goin' in a trance
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| Pay me for my shows on the road in advance
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| I’m fuckin' with the hoes like my dough in the bank
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| Nigga aura on froze with the coldest of dank
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| See me trippin' fuckin' gold for my soul it’s a fact
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| Niggas steppin' to me wrong betta' know how to act
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| Lets go, lets go
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| Raised up deep in the beast
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| Had a first hand see to the war in the streets
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| Rely on gripping the heat
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| And they multiply by getting them kids
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| That’s why I’m speaking for peace
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| 'Cause niggas be dying over the beef
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| But please don’t fuck with the gods
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| You gon' be surprised by what you gon' get
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| Shades up in my face, like to be dolo and puffing my dank
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| Then I’m up and away to the top let my brain do the job
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| Then I’ll straight free your mind from them chains
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| Made them moves to L. A now you see me tho
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| I be off of sunset blowing reefer smoke
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| No this ain’t a contest, but I’m leading though
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| No one there to contest, leave 'em leaking, yo
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| And I’m smoking the best comatose from my sack
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| Got a whole lot of sins but it’s still no regrets
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| Gotta wallet of ends and this shit just commence
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| I go hard with my friends make them business connects
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| Up in Fresno, I’m fresh
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| Get your ass off the bench I’m in class with the feds
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| Hol' up, flex
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| I’m the living lord in the flesh
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| Got next and when a nigga on court it’s all net
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| They lookin at me like the lord savior is coming
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| I spit fire like I’m Hades when they play me they bumping
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| If I retire then my bars become the greatest among you
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| They trying to say newcomers, but we displayed that we run this
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| You can’t tame my soul, can’t change my goals
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| My wheels take me how far I go
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| Y’all niggas get fleek with no apartment though
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| Up in your mama home, with your designer on
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| Spark one and then I takeoff
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| Cause the coast, homie, travel be my day job
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| And I’m coming for that globe like I’m Adolf
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| Super high, like a giant smoking beanstalks
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| And we sipping mad gin like Vegeta
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| Syrup in my liter
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| Couple or three queens step up in my two-seater
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| You can follow the preacher, but nigga, I’m a leader
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| I’ma smoke this reefer and pass it off to Issa
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| Raised up deep in the beast
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| Had a first hand see to the war in the streets
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| Rely on gripping the heat
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| And they multiply by getting them kids
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| That’s why I’m speaking for peace
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| 'Cause niggas be dying over the beef
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| But please don’t fuck with the gods
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| You gon' be surprised by what you gon' get
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My niggas gon' bang, bang, preacher gon' sang
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| Come pull up my nigga and see
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| My team loyal, no counterfeits
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| Fraud niggas can’t fly with them
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| Taking off no pilot in
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| Yo high in it, the young Zionist
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| My nigga wait, finna be great |
| Every time I drop a song, oh my Lord, they relate
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| And a nigga, we strong like it’s gon' hit the weight
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| Tell these niggas keep up like they joggin' in the place
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| Usain Bolt to the dough
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| A nigga been lucky got my ducks in a row
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| You see me dream big, do them out in the smoke
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| Only talking business if you contact my phone
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| Nigga in the zone, ain’t fucking with the clone
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| Y’all niggas move slow, better leave me alone
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| If you ever hit my phone, nigga gon' get the tone
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| Of a motherfucking drone when I bump my ringtone
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| I’m a first place winner, earthquakes when I enter
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| Then they say for my drinks, first date then I’m in her
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| Oh Lord, how dare a nigga wanna come test the god
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| Testify, nigga touch the sky
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| Put a nigga under six feet
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| I said, put a nigga under six feet
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| Young AK only here to bring peace
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| But that shit out the door, fuck it with the family, my g
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| Hold up, wait, I got all this cake
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| But still ain’t shit changed, my brain don’t inflate
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| My L’s ain’t from games, it’s from all this dank
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| Until the bed of pain to the ninth time straight
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| Talk shit, hit a nigga with a mic on stage
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| Mosh pit, something silly nigga, straight to his brain
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| From the prince of the gutter to the top game pay
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| Now you pissed that they coming through, you stuck in the shade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation Z, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Evermore - The Art of Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп