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jus some bars

mixed and master by Zach Miller


seems like everywhere i been going
people telling me i’m on
as if the light switch be just like yo bitch, she stuck up n shit, till my dick get hard  
tell them they know where to find me
in the cut with twin blunts, they siamese
scheming with my team like we some young ponzies, slip a lil heroin in yo IV’s
iwasborne for this like I'm Ozzy
on my king shit like i’m Gotti
yung Kurt chasin skirt, riding shotty
rolling thru the city bumping that mahdi
i’m no indigo but i’m finna go where you never been
i’m sippin gin n coke
got a million flows
got a couple hoes 
i got a main bitch, and none of them know
see everybody wanna be a rapper
but they ain’t really fucking with come up
they only want what comes after all them nights writing till the sun up
up on stage under them lights, everybody wondering who da fuck that
tryna tell yo own dad who fucking hates rap that you do just that
tryna tell yo mom you aint find a job all you been doing is reaching out to blogs 
all you see is them same fakes who never say shit, so you feeling robbed
man fuck that noise, i’m deaf to y’all
them fuck boys, i’m death to y’all
say how high when i tell y’all jump, but they ain’t got a chance cuz i set the bar, too high
my set ill, my team chilling, my bitch bad, and my sex is raw
i got my warm ups off, and my kicks tight, my mind right, so i’m next to ball
you next to fall, my crew go to war if y’all mother fuckers ever go from talking shit, 
to barking shit, sorta like a narcacist, light a fire under you, i’m arsonist, 
then I’ll throw a stack down just to frost my wrist,
y’all the ignorant one but i’m walking blissed
handicaps spot where i park the whip, to cop a g, roll a blunt and spark that shit, 
see i drop them bomb, ya’ll blown to bits, 
i take my dues, I own this shit, 
she take off her shoes then jump on this dick, 
then i aim my pistol unload the clip

like  yak yak yak yak
call me yo deal,  i got that rock
wish y’all would, i’ll chop that block
booty drop, then go pop that box

say a mother fucker think he like me
he may out live but aint out write me
throw yo hands if feeling dicey
eat dat filet if bitch Pisces


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