| Out of town
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| Snake assassin style, I’ll kill a bill with cyanide
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| Granted alchemise the kyanite with diamond light
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| And though the vilifies ill advised
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| I straight pick apart some nigga art, fuck a gravity, power slide
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| Get focused and mobilized, no five filter and no social life
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| Holy prize slowly ride over your emotions cold with no reprise
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| Spoken to but don’t reply, I won’t comply
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| Before we die smoke Moses with no regard for who we like
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| Purge then reemerge I learned it astronaut
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| Draw fast pop on the cash drop
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| These smashing black on black cuff classics in stan socks
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| Break fast at the gas stop, want cashews
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| Team even lean green, ain’t hearing no bad news
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| Fuck our missions, I gag fools
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| Bad shrooms and a fat ass joint, plat medicine to gash wounds
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| Passed up tan cast for my last supper
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| Man hands, stack brand, spirits fill flasks up
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| Keep having love, you’ve had enough, crew rad and stuff
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| Don’t be mad, this is very sad only
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| Facilitate the inner situations, baby
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| And get down, no bounds |