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Feeding Off The Moon
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Kenny Mason
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The most high, fire burning in both eyes I appear when the smoke rise, wielding a .45 More than willing to tote mine, this grass grow high Tryna make it out the wilderness with both lives I think we was better off with no sides on yo side Your guys will go on tangents without a cosine More ties mean more damage whenever ropes slide More lives in my hand, but ain't no one to hold mine Blow minds every stanza, nobody ever blow mine They say there’s levels to this sh*t, but ain't nobody on mine They say there's devils in this sh*t, but I ain’t never known God Eyes up to a high sun, I know I'm a sl*t Money everything to you, I know you ain't got none The intention in my movement, avoid confusion They don't talk to me with loose lips, they know where I'm from The more the blood spill, the slower I run Pouring my lungs, passing corners where coroners come If I make it back from this, they know it's war when I come I rely on the love, but never more than my gun That pu**y heart broke, but all the tears pour on my tongue We trade energy, and sh*t, it's way more where that's from My leap of faith was only halfway sure when I jump, but Surely I jumped I’m cleaning off every spoon Might go for seconds while I’m feeding off the moon Might tell the devil he a b*t*h without his goons Might see a metal if you meddle with my food Can't pedal in my shoes or peddle with any fools Behind his face lies more than an empty room, I’m emptying a different round I'm emptying a whole platoon, there's more than enough for you This more than blowing a fuse, or eating more with some jewels Percentages, need a few, I'm imitating a richer cool My kettle burning with fuel, being to a different tomb Our teachers were bending the rules and showed us different tools Made us immune to the blood, red, white, and blue Different crews, run a coup, the tire crumple n***as’ moods Hopes and fears swung around, dancing to the ones and twos Ducking UFO shots only meant for me and you 'Cause me and you got a different plot and a pot to use I'm cooking the rocks they use He gotta come on my block, that's bringing cops on my moods, dude You gotta chill or get knocked I'm banging more than the sun, they toastin' into a rock, ooh They toastin' into a rock, ooh
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