#b0nds
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
MG and i aint cut the fan off
no i aint cut the fan off man yo fans soft wtf you put your mans on?
yeah, nowadays the world is looking different 
discifer through the bullshit, keep your finger on the
i dont know bout you, but they aint gonna kill me 
as you take your last your raspy breath you know my phone gon ring 
moving through the street with these converse on my feet,
more like levitating i dont ever crease a shoe or knee 
i charge like bonsai, these rappers branches, now watch me trim shit 
take you like the high tide, blank stare bitch i dont feel shit 
im claustrophobic no infactuation with asphyxiation, but im rolling yeah i'll probably take it yeah i'll probably face it 
and i aint stop when i cough that blood right out my naval 
and i aint stop with the big blunt 80 ounce my table 
table, the black top, the diamonds on the table 
you aint add up to my angel level halo 
gotta demon and she shake it if i say so, how you think the payroll work bitch aint no label 
i confess ima still keep it moving if both my legs broke 
if they think this cheesy, im rapping, i add more queso 
half black, complexion gon beat the case though, i know that shit wrong, but youre seeing that from my angle 
he hate on MG now that boy bleeding and where'd his chain go? 
fuck it i aint gon tap him i aint Kurt Angle
and once the dust gon settle watch us roll the mango 
and watch this magic trick i turn the mary into peso 
and whats up with this shit? why they praising Prada fits? 
man the Coogi on like butter watch me in the tango 
i pass a piece down to my brother, history i rangle 
with the lasso round my neck, memories entagled 
yeah MG, and i dont know bout you MG
yeah, and i dont know bout you, but last time that i checked yeah this rap shit looking reagle, spit evil shit for the people 
like im OG Pumpkin head yeah i kill em but i dont see em 
hes the alter ego yeah you got C and you got MG 
carry cold steel man no prints melt into the heater 
MG, i feel just like Prince in fresh Adidas or River Phoenix slick my hair back this shit too scenic 
smoked out Gusion and the legion, 37 yeah we passing blunts under the steeple 
yuh, and you still hate my people? roll 47 pass em out under the steeple 

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

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