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feltzpreviews - 11pm at 711 lyrics

crushed up oxycontin and a long spliff is a bad concoction
educating my brain cells so i rely on oxygen
365 days ive been stuck didn’t have a pot to p-ss in
sat down rapped now my flows precision
stanley blade incision if you f-ck with my vision
gunpowder infliction dynamo magician
rifle be plasma you better scatter your bones will shatter
and every atom sitting in your body so this better matter
cos my brain is full of data you can ask my doctor
when i spit my flow splatter cause im doing it faster
where was you when i was on the ground did you hand me a d-mn ladder?
kick you in your f-cking bladder and watch you fall flatter
land on your face your gonna need a pall-bearer
family in a black suit face all teared up
i’ll be cooling in the trap and the zoot lit up
we be hustling come get your grub were geared up
we be in the booth making a couple tracks
were be breaking backs on these f-gs bruno
in the trap chopping bricks like judo
then i take her overseas to lake como
rap godfather call me mario puzo
i go harder then you bro
i hold weight like sumos
cos we making moves doe
you know how we roll
look sharp we go up no lift
in the dark were be up in a sp-ceship
in the club buying ace of spades
i’ll rather get a car the a d-mn bracelet
i can’t see these haters even tho they hating though
run up in the game and slice you with a cutthroat
get rid of grub real fast son nitties always in front of me
tryna explore the whole globe and bring in all my g’s
sell out stadiums and gas the crowds up hardback like bowser
all about my poetry get money in my trousers
wait until, they found me i’m hungry man im starvin’
out here on the concrete ain’t nothing out here charmin
grub on the digital fake shotters dont know sh-t
there be spending there profit on a chick
i hope they realise when there grown up
will i make it to 70 will i still have followers
she got knowledge like spellman she got brain like hofstra
but she’s always up in the club she’s got the flame no waka
she late coming back to my crib best call you a doctor
forget about the boy that popped her
fell like an outcast but i’m a coldman like phonte
ive got the blueprint to rap like beyoncé’s fiancé
smoking on this dumb sh-t its the stupidest
i’m all about the real sh-t got a problem deal with it
like are you really bout it though
sh-t will hit you fast so you better lay low
tryna find royalty tryna find loyalty
tryna get all crop music man why would i stop
i tell her i want to have her sons cos she’s got them good grades
she said that i’m the one and it ain’t cos i make rap songs
thinking back where did it go wrong
we gonna do it mama i’m cycling to where the money at
till ive ran out of the pack i ain’t coming back

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