Goforit (prod. by jindujun)

Black Sail (prod. by jindujun)

verse1
Once upon a time when the bitches been shameless
steady in line for a line…tasteless! hollywood smell make em feel famous
I guess she missed the plane and stayed with the brain stressed
lips filled and face stretched a fresh pair of fake breasts 
pressed pushed and saved for motherfuckers pay
the drinks and the way to the place with a waterbed!
closed shades…snowflakes, nose pain and cold days
hoes in a row, thought there is mo’ rain
now they’re dried out n fried in the old oil
see em smile on the road a toey ride for four coins
no joke its your choice like we ain’t rollin pure joints 
clean weed fo’ sho' so high, no lows free miles and a fro but where the fuck is Waldo?
Lennon glases jeans jackets… knocking at the wrong door
heaven or hell or just stuck in a dark zone! now what the fuck you talk for?
hello my friend go fuck your self


hook
hello my friend go fuck your self
no time to waste yeah we gotta eat
and we fucking hungry everyday so who the fuck you talking to? me? not at all!
hello my friend go fuck your self (go fuck yourself go fuck yourself)

verse2
this is legal material bangin in your stereo
so much smoke can’t see the interior
trying to get a coke and a willing hoe
squeezing 50 o’z i got the beat on repeat
and im spitting slow different flow same river
see me on a plane with a cloud in my face but the rain’s missing
yo! the temperature’s steady raise 
and fill the page with statements of the day
yo that shit change quick but the woodgrain gripping
tuna steak grilled yeah the booth still stinking 
its true im still skint but my mood is brilliant
i aint looking for love, a snug pussy to hug
Bonds cuffing my arms cut em off 
no fucking time to wate see me running 
yeah, im done with motherfuckers talking dumb shit drunk kids
you can find me with the lungs filled in the dark zone

hook
no time to waste yeah we gotta eat
and we fucking hungry everyday so who the fuck you talking to? me? not at all!
hello my firend go fuck your self 

verse3
two weeks off on a trip with fifty bags city full of kiddies wanna roll the shit again
and i just say bon voyage bitches yeah i still sell tickets
good flight motherfucker fasten your Seatbelts
you know Dr. Greenthumb me, I got a green hand
sweet smell underneath my cheap belt
you won’t hear me, tell you how you gotta live life
show you the shit i did the motivation I have
impatiently tripping or waiting for nothing
the label that will get me will make a lot of money
so maybe i shouldn’t sign and find me a pretty bunny
doing bookings rollin blunts
no discussions keep it funny
keep it real time is getting less like the opinions
we don’t stress around for these motherfucking bitches
want the cash instead of dinner no baggage full of Prezies
I got some vegetables for veggies, spinach or fucking cabbage 
nothing stretch….AAACH!! 

(voice in the back) näääiii!! haha


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