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Milc Wolf Side, Load B gang Illmac Chase what’s happening? Blanco Uh I’ll be the last time they open the books My role models smoke chewy, sprinkle coke in the kush At Overlook looking over the jux This sound like fiends banging dope in they foot My brain fried Wolf Side all gentrified Numb to all the pain I’m desensitized Incentivized, going for the f**k sh*t Just crabs in a bucket, who I’m stuck wit’ Everyone got a yeeky now, who gon’ up it? Everyone rap about the million, who gon’ touch it? I’m different yeah yeah, that’s what they all say My engineer mix a lot, my posse on Broadway To Kill a Mockingbird, her pu**y taste like agave Blanco tryna be the next Rico Suave On a off day, I light it up like Luka Doncic Nextel booming since Thunder was the SuperSonics We gon’ hit these licks, I’m not gon’ hold my tongue Torpedo, they made you hold the gun when the police come I just rap about the town me and the homies from Get on tracks with Illmac and give ‘em bars like OnlyOne Chudda Muddah made a slap, got dust in the cut I’m stuck in a rut You still not, f**king wit’ us d**king down the white girl, I ain’t busting a nut I’m cutting the drugs I’m up, getting ducats a must Lazy eye, like Biggie in the Coogi shirt Ugly-ass white boy, let the money make her coochie squirt ‘Fore I rhyme I smoke a loosie first And drop a jewel in they head like Lil Uzi Vert Blanco [Interlude: Illmac[ Ay 667 Kult sh*t, one above It’s a short drive on I-5 Yeah Ay, ay Going Super Saiyan, spirit bomb on ‘em sipping angel’s bathwater spirits cheer me on Y’all keep keeping Portland weird, I’m gone Bullets bigger than Gheorghe Mureșan This feeling electric, trust my gut like a Tesla, it never steered me wrong Charcuterie off the carving board I glide across the beat like house shoes on a marble floor Rappers crying, ain’t made a list in this city Y’all ass, but even BangBros offered Iggy a milli Feel like low-top Lugz and a FUBU flexfit Ramen noodle breakfast Different leagues, adjust the shooter metrics Book me for a battle well sh*t, I can’t refuse a deathwish Got me penning a body like voodoo hexes, uh From the North I played the bench and the backdrop If I’m not the best I’m the mascot Got popped and put the connect in a bad spot Had to hustle long as I had debt left like, Schrempf wit’ the flat-top Left the city, finally got a bag Sniff an Addy through a rolled-up benji I forgot I had Feel like Ill Gates, dealing weight North like, Milc and Brilly, wait Cross interstate it’s ill, Vinnie, Capes Bro going through it, he’ll be straight, feel like BAPE, going really ape All them friendly smiles can’t conceal the hate Concealed semi let it sing, I tune the auto but it’s still pitchy Dogwater and Hpno, that Bill Bixby Can’t be guilty I don’t feel any Turned South Park off ‘cause Kyle and Stan ain’t do sh*t when they killed Kenny Only the real wit’ me And f**k crying over spilled milk, Milc only cry over spilled Henny, it’s Illy
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