| Delivered the messages like a phone that rang
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| These niggas call me the Leopard Shepherd the young Wu Tang
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| Now, let’s get lit! |
| Smoking proper when I come to light the shit
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| And then you’re pissed, cause I got like 80 niggas on my list
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| And we smokin' out the back my weed smoke louder than a bitch
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| That fucking bass is super dumping even louder when you trip
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| Issa I live in, my team G inside sippin'
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| Catch me too high chillin, you know my team top billin'
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| (I) Know you wonder how AK ain’t sergeant to the game
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| Know our target know my lane
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| Hold her hard to spit the phrase
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| Know we move out to the west, but it’s forever Beast Coast Gang
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| Left side is just where I hang, also where I blow the stain
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| And I wake up everyday from porcelain pain
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| Still stuck in the shame, nigga what’s the delay points to be made gold rush to
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| the k keep in touch with the fake don’t show out for the snakes puffing a j
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| every blunt high grade give a fuck what they say fingers up to the J can’t
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| trust every face leave one in ya brain you can front for the fame but I know
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| where you came
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| (I be)
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| ‘em in the cockpit
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| Steady switchin topics
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| You can’t buy my shit my nigga no about it
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| Bitch ass nigga
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| Can’t fuck with who I win when
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| We at the smokeout with it
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| We high but plot out business
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| I know you see I killin'
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| Top notch of the crop then, healin'
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| Hop-hop with the broads you been tillin'
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| Y’all dogs dont talk like dolittle
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| My sharks all sharp like some pencils
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| Try to live in the heart knock the mental
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| Light shine through the dark, this that simple
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| No time for remarks, I dismiss you
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| Get on my level
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| I ain’t frontin when I tell you all these niggas fuckin lame
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| Go an' cop they latest album
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| All they shit soundin the same
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| If I ever fuckin sell out nigga
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| You can shoot me dead
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| Silly nigga came and nagged me for a feature
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| This what I said
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| I can’t bang with no fuckin lame niggas
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| Whatchu' claimin'
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| My lane big up through the pain
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| Winners rep my gang
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| Don’t drink the same elixirs
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| Don’t fuck the same bitches
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| I’m just sayin'
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| Johnny Damon
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| I’m at the plate with it
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| I ain’t playin
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| I wake up in the morning thank the lord and go and get it
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| I ain’t fucking with you niggas who just talking but don’t live it
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| I don’t start unless I finish I don’t talk to no beginners
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| Worried about another nigga while he out here fuckin gettin' it
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| You must be out your fucking mind, nigga
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| I’d rather die than spent my time watching another nigga grind
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| Don’t waste my time
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| All my niggas fine relax we hit recline
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| We live divine
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| Get yo piece of pie we eatin every fuckin thing inside
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| Light my spliff take flight
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| Don’t waste sight on a next kid life
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| Cause at same time could be out gettin mine
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| On the route to the shine cuz' you can’t live twice
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| Don’t take part on the shit for the hype
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| Had to play my cards by the dark of the light
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| Made the right choice for the pain in the ice
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| And I came back strong Bruce Wayne in the night
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| Ugh, you can’t steal my shine my aura super-stupid you decline
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| Makeshifts all the time I’m self employed homeboy come get a job
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| Shoutout to the grind up every night chase in his eyes
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| Seek advice then look inside
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| Soon you’ll rise and meet your prize |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Moon Shot , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Evermore - The Art of Duality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп