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"Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies) |
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Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my ******* sucked |
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Quick buck, maybe a gold chain |
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With that ******* flow that s-s-so belittles men |
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They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished |
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Stone cold, hardly ******* with these *******s, ******* listen |
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The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace |
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Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns |
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Admitting the *******t spitted, just burn like six furnaces |
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Writ, it affixed, learning them digits |
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And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he? |
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One adolescent, ******* six-******* energy |
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And crawling down 'Fax like a rich ******* centipede |
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Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account |
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Stamp and shouting, thra*******ng |
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These *******s done let the Kraken out |
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Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off |
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Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweat*******rt, ******* |
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'87 roof top, Bronson |
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Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic |
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(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up) |
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(Sub rocking, thud knocking *******s teeth loose) |
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Bruh, I don't ******* with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp) |
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Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock) |
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(Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open) |
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(Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ******* |
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From a city that's recession-hit |
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With stress *******s could flex metal with |
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Peddle to rake pennies in |
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Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish |
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But most *******s Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant |
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Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose |
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It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through |
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Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to |
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Ride dirty as the ******* sky that you praying to |
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So here I sit, eye in the pyramid |
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God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then |
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Disappear again, reappear bearded |
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On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again |
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Provider of the backdrop music |
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For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl |
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Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop |
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Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox |
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Striking, wait, wait, who the ******* you badder than? |
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Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and *******t |
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Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling |
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******* *******s pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage *******t |
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'87 roof top, Bronson |
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Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic |
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(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up) |
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(Sub rocking, thud knocking *******s teeth loose) |
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Bruh, I don't ******* with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp) |
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Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock) |
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(Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open) |
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(Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ******* |
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Quit with all that tough talk, bruh |
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We know you *******s ain't about *******t |
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Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz |
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Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed |
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I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real |
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Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is |
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Got 'em wi*******ng that they never gave these weapons to kids |
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Cheers, send chills up spines of fat ******* |
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After shows throwing out sandwiches, *******s get it |
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How they live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money |
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Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me |
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Ain't nobody scaring me, *******s ain't prepared for heat |
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Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue *******t |
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If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless |
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'94, would've had 'em walking down Death Row |
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First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do |
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Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you" |
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So it's Raging Waters season |
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That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless |
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Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing |
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Kitten soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy |
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I don't believe it |
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But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome |
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Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass |
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Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn |
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Strapped up long as the chief for police armed |
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Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach |
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A couple streets past Baby J, bony *******s spraying K's |
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Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case |
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Here to save you *******s from the sorbet, Coldchain |
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Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ******* |
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by og |
