produced by Merc.
written&performed by ZuesTheProphet
mixed&mastered by StatikSelassie

I said go
Go
Go 
Go
My bro up know,you steal my flow oh no
Had to let you go

I guess I been inside my head,nah
You goin Roll my ganja hoe,you might have fucked my bro
That don't mean that you can smoke
I got the credit for every joint that left the crib,baddie just swallowed my kids 
Murder I ain't forgive
Question my reason to live,
Why Goin sleep Goin on my shit,don't u know I got a brick
Making them bangers,no longer a ski
I catch the flow,new blind hoe
All my bitches done made it vogue
Fumbled a dime for hoe,bro
Don't wan survive I'm cold,I need that top  class woe
Had me thinking bout life without my hoes
I collect Allah my money alone oh
Praise to Allah I don't need my phone,
Trappin out of my safe zone
White bitch want a bone
Never find her way home

GO(prod. Merc.)

"What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears."

(open lab) (finally)
🩶 — 333


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//crdー @3snk
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//🌐 @tdtillitsbackwards + @lethal-instinct
// “the heartless ally with whoever's the strongest.”
“”    -> gheist, nakiri    “”

GO(prod. Merc.)

ZuesThePrøphet