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lp rambo - +black diploma lyrics

[hook]
aye, got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas, hey
b+tch tried to tell me to phone her i said i dont talk, won’t phone her
she was like “n+gga you lame you don’t wanna do sh+t, you always a loner”
baby i don’t got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
i ain’t no medical worker, on god was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin’
swear to god boy i just counted up 30 i pull up i’m shooting it’s given like curry
lil’ b+tch i knew you was dirty i knew that your ass was a thotty who didn’t deserve me
truly, how dare a b+tch curve me like i ain’t the face of the gang and lil’ n+gga you heard me

[verse]
picked up keila, swerving to get the spot and she said “man you gassing it”
said he a k!ller i said “you gassing it” you know my stick it be black like a activist
mama said what’s in the fridge, i told her it’s kool+aid alreading knowing it’s activis
if you ain’t doing it, why is you rapping it?
he tryna quarterback but i be sacking sh+t
woah
n+gga don’t want no smoke gone see how that go
it’s progressive like flo
n+ggas my sons, they had to bite off my flow
i already know, n+ggas broke
so my circle ain’t open it’s closed
i’ll be there in like 10 if you close
flash the bl!ck like a picture, pose
and i tell my lil brother don’t smoke
cause you seen what that did me , ain’t it?
whip on the footage and got to repaint it
biting my nails a n+gga be anxious
cliqued up like a free mason, not with the devil sh+t we with the gang sh+t
we with the gang sh+t
smoking on gas boy this sh+t could fill up a sp+ceship
b+tch i feel like i’m on a d+mn sp+ceship i told my dawg to watch how he laneswitch
ambulance got him and we is who shot him, i told my dawg he better not make it
naw, no games on my phone cause i’m not the one to play with
i’m on the l i’m screaming free keto
i’m in the o i’m linking with vito
we link with wok and now we the beatles
baby 9 on me that sh+t is evil
blunt in my beanie, now i’m like sigel
no i can’t pop out it’s too many people
mama said “stop, what you doing illegal”
boy what i smoke ain’t no regular diesel
[hook]
aye, got a diploma for smoking them opps and causing aromas, hey
b+tch tried to tell me to phone her i said i dont talk, won’t phone her
she was like “n+gga you lame you don’t wanna do sh+t, you always a loner”
baby i don’t got a heart so you out of luck if you need a doner
i ain’t no medical worker, on god was serving them birdies my wrist started hurtin’
swear to god boy i just counted up 30 i pull up i’m shooting it’s given like curry
lil’ b+tch i knew you was dirty i knew that your ass was a thotty who didn’t deserve me
truly, how dare a b+tch curve me like i ain’t the face of the gang and lil’ n+gga you heard me

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