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Fear & Loathing in La
by
Caskey
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Yeah, yeah Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson Rap good as that kid outta Compton And the money comin' in, that's constant At [?] I don't eat at Red Lobster Y'all need to quit that gossip It don't write checks and it don't make profit I'm on the road like [?] The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Okay, I'm really vibin' No wonder all of his haters won't get beside him I took a macro dose of livin' my dreams And a micro of psilocybin When I was broke, it was just schemin', connivin' He get provoked after seein' where I've been Could've been you if you put this much effort in Ain't on the come up no more, I'm arrivin' Yeah, y'all can't focus enough 'cause you busy decidin' Knew I'd be rich when I came out the pu**y The doctor was holdin' a diamond I dropped out of school And told 'em, "I'm hustlin', I can't be doin' assignments" Gettin' my tarot cards read I've been a bald head 'cause it's all in alignment Okay, I run laps lookin' like Usain Bolt Put a pu**y in a Liu Kang choke Homie wanna beef with the big boys 'til the big toys came out, now it's "you can't smoke" I done smoked DMT with my [?] Got the drive like I turned both axels Did LSD once And I saw what Eve was tryna see when she bit in that apple Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson Rap good as that kid outta Compton And the money comin' in, that's constant At [?] I don't eat at Red Lobster Y'all need to quit that gossip It don't write checks and it don't make profit I'm on the road like [?] The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Yeah, pu**y, I'm somewhere tropic I ain't had wi-fi for three days, still I'm a trendin' topic Okay, I busted straight through the veil of reality Ain't no bread in your pockets It's like you dietin', countin' the calories Man, I hustle like no other Picture them only payin' me salary Had no potential, I pulled this sh*t outta me Just to sh*t on all the people who doubted me Yeah, [?] for the people who proud of me
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