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Pocket full of doctor Manhattans, light that gas like I'm fracking Yea she thought I worship satan she just couldn't spell satan I say this agents distracting, [?] clothes like a caption Basic b*t*hes be capping and capping n***as keep rapping On B.o.B the feds got a dossier, I ain't repping Courvoisier Got these beats think I'm Dr. Dre, keep the glee like a holiday, yeah And I ain't hoopin' I got a big a** tech Like Amare better study Mayan and Toltec I said I'm solitary ain't no jokers in my deck Hollywood had them in dresses like these n***as lost a bet Question? Why my neighborhood oppressed If I move into your street I make your house a price for less, yeah My shades on 'cause I'm tearing they a** up Fifth bottle of the [?] like I swear it's my last cup I'm from Atlanta you get scammed out your last buck But these exotic elements my pain is a abstract Hit her from the back, she like "oh" I thought I died and went to heaven, she like "no" Before I hit she gotta fresh shave, potato peel Head down 'tween her knees, it's a tornado drill Drill, drill, drill, yeah, yeah, yeah, drill, yeah Head down 'tween her knees sh*t, it's a tornado drill Chaos n***as on my team it's triple black, black, black Black ain't even black enough a word describe that, that, that Yeah I'm a dog, I'm in a chain, and ain't no leash, still I'm on that tree, yah They generate algorithms, they got all your statistics sh*t While you talk it be listening and pop up ad start appearing Similar to how your spirit show you symbols through intuition My spirit hindred not kindred your third eye dim it look squinted I been smoking all type of Os, the Jangos, tarantinos, call me Quentin Religion is pulp fiction, sh*t you wouldn't know the difference between a A MK ultra or a inflamed ulcer You can't walk in my house my n***a this ain't for ya I swear I'm with great whites deep enough to drill oil The closest that you ever got was sea food boil What's the most gangster sh*t to do in this era Go to war with your brothers or go against your oppressors But n***as, they ain't tryna hear that woke sh*t, woke sh*t 'Cause see it's, 'cause see it's cool to not know sh*t (Know sh*t) And all the, the hoteps going wild, wild Nowadays they just doing sh*t for more clicks (Ayy) But sh-, but sh-, but sh*t is cool I done turned down more checks you'll ever get a chance to (Ever get a chance to) I- I bucked the system more than any n***a did this far N***as don't support n***as until they need at least a car All these pro black folks discriminate the most These favors for free, and all I got was a ghost I said I'm full of adrenaline Faces is grim [?] might be a gremlin Guess I'm too generous Too real a n***a, I'm just way too genuine F**king did it man, elements two n***as (Woooooo) I don't wanna hear no more sh*t from you n***as Bobby Ray Bands Head down 'tween her knees sh*t, it's a tornado drill
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