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atomic farmhouse - sand castle lyrics

[verse 1: benjamin bradley]
my life real so i speak the spoken helicopter sky-diving i was hand
picked to be the chosen son it’s my time to get it done jet li
i was the one watch my banshee run like a dope dealer when the cops
hit your spot and this is my plot and i’m a story-teller there’s not
another fortune realer it’s the cookie b-tch what you want a sniff
you don’t know who you foolin’ with this is breezo there’s never been another
f-ckin’ equal and i don’t got patience but i’m patiently waiting
stackin’ up like im next in line to see the matrix what you want to witness
greatness never thought i’d be a rapper but i made it and this world is really crazy
so you got to face it and all my n-ggas iconic so what you want a problem
grown man denim the farmhouse the only n-ggas that got em’ huh

[interlude: trife life kennedy]
gold house for my gold mouth, nah im sayin’
shout-out my n-gga arab fetti nah im talm’ bout, trife life kennedy
future the motherf-ckin’.. motherf-ckin’..motherf-ckin’

[verse 2: trife life kennedy]
b-tch you know me i’m a o.g. my numbers be seven-forty
my beamer be forrest green my eyes be like laser beams
my b-tch p-ssy squeaky clean so she put it on my tongue like listerine
what’s good what’s up cocaine and some white sl-ts stay ice-cold
x and o’s they kiss to blow like eskimo’s with their nose
f-ck ya’ll squares be talking bout turn my swag on turn your b-tch out
my real n-ggas know what i’m talking bout’ an i dog her out right on
the couch i smoke blunts and i trip-b-lls with a black cat that roll gars
vampire with a sports-car swag dracula everything about me spectacular
future a.k.a blackula i fire on whoever i choose to spiral on turn
a n-gga to basquiat witnesses want to call the cops cause i’m
young black, and i call the shots i spit some sh-t that leave your
b-tch inside a trance swag raw denim bleeding on my dirty -ss vans
swag all i know is master chef swag so hot cook your girl to death
that’s your main b-tch god d-mn she hot i cook her down right in a pot
i’m back to it back to it my music make b-tches shake their -ss
to it snort c0ke or ether, pop acid to it you could do it b-tch
put your back into it i’m going hard i’m going in my vampires behind
me my b-tch pop five handlebars and she f-ck me like a zombie swag!

- atomic farmhouse lyrics

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