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“Cult Classic”

Produced By FLAVA

(lyrics)

In a classic black suit
Mr. Boone
Look like Pulp Fiction
Sniff a line
Maybe two
Sip my brew
Back to the mission
I got too much on my mind
But not enough to make a fuss
Remind myself though these hard times
That yous a bitch if you give up
Relit the fire that I’ve always had to keep alive
Thanks to all who listen
Who stay by my side
Relit the fire that I’ve always had to keep alive
Thanks to all who listen
Who stay by my side
Fake as fuck
Or too real
Either one gon’ make em pissy
Let’s see Shunny in a Bentley
Or let’s see Shunny go down six feet
I’m like Bubbles with the kitty
A little Lahey with the liqqy
Keep on saying that I’m crazy
Then keep on playing where my ends meet
Life’s threshold it lets go
The disease that’s mental
Find peace with the Devil
We’re going insane
Move patient or quickly
The history writes itself
Seeks out more misery
Fills a new blank 
All hatred
And faking
No place to live safely
I’m making the days seem
Like seconds erased
I took a few drugs 
Then looked at my face
I joined with the cult
They’re reaping my brain

CULT CLASSIC (PROD. FLAVA)

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Am I Going Manic Again?

((((((( LYRICS ))))))
VERSE I

Pull the hammer back
And watch the lead scatter 
All yo brain matters 
I ain’t playin with you busters
I ain’t doing better.
Pull up all in black 
Watch these fuckers suffer
Hangin like a rack 
I’m just playin what the fuck! 

See me riding through yo city 
Promise this won’t end so pretty
Hot boy I bring the heaty 
Who the fuck is on the spot 
59* playin in the fuckin chidi 
When I pull up to yo block 
Fuck yo clique now hit the rocks 
Hit the switch we make it rough 
Split your wig 
pockets full of hollow tips 
In the mix 
Roll the dice it’s triple 6 ho
I see the devil aiming at yo throat

Demons underground 
Better not make a sound 
I can feel my soul float 
I can keep it froze 
Like the fucking snow globe 
Speak my mind and pay the price 
Best believe and that’s fo show ho 
You got the nine?
Let it shine until it blows 
Do you really wanna die ho?

VERSE II

I be that motherfucker with a plan 
Put that money in my hand
Wood grain grippin 
Now I got it against my head bitch 

Straight from the mud 
Yeah I wish a buster would 
Oh shit It’s the mothafuckin fiend 
Turning all yo hates to dreams 
Simple mother lover
Never could understood
If you know what I mean 
Yeah right holding real tight 
Hell drops got the red dot 
In the night on the creep 
Watch you bite on the steam 
Yeah right holding real tight 
Hell drops got the red dot 
In the night on the creep

IT IS WHAT IT IS, JUST STAY ALIVE

LYRICS

Verse I
Painting the surfacing so grey 
Flaming the haters today 
Pressing the gas no breaks 
$limmy the ghost? Okay

Running up all my time like a race 
Probably Im the outcast 
Of the small place
Wicked don’t sleep
Just reap we just may 
Reigning like a plague 
Non slip hydroplane 
Hate on my wave 
But you know I bring the sting
Switch up the flow
But you noticed my flame
Switch up the flow
Just like my blade 

CHORUS 
Running up all of my time like a race
Probably in the outcast of a small place 
Wicked don’t sleep just reap 
We just may
Reigning like a plague 
Nonslip hydroplane 

Verse II
Looking up to heaven 
While I lay down on concrete 
No need for discussion
I’m too dead to you like zombie 
Black suede draped down 
From head to toe stay far from me 
To damn tired of this bull shit 
That’s commonly 
Ain’t my time call me insane 
Now fuck off me

NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED

My Hood Is Your Hood

On Sunday

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