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maze overlay & wahr season - soviet issue lyrics

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[verse 1]
huh
i got dreams, i got pistols, i got trees, i got issues
got me dealin’ with these demon like they really out to get you (yeah)
like the gunmen, get that feeling like you bein’ hunted; and people love it (love it)
and ain’t sh+t done changed, all i see is hundreds
money in my scope, seein’ my soul comin’ into focus
rollin’ up the lotus got the moments frozen, don’t it?
loaded, lettin’ off soviets for the dopamine
rose gold poetry, the coldest, who the goat to bе?
eat ’em like rotini, box logo, the flow suprеme
how many soldiers on your team? is you rollin’ deep?
couple pennies for your streams and your dope release
don’t come around these hair triggers with that slow release
known to squeeze, curry with the vocals, hittin’ open 3s
shooters on the move for that gold, like they overseas
holdin’ keys for the blue notes, bendin’ loads and keys
wood smoked, asian oak for the potency
only the releast know what i mean, how it suppossed to be

[chorus]
somethin’ foreign for a weapon
add some more to the collection
you can’t afford it, why you flexin’?
we only mortal, why you stressin’?
somethin’ foreign for a weapon
add some more to the collection
you can’t afford it, why you flexin’?
we only mortal, why you stressin’?
[verse 2]
it’s like a war what we been through, i got more if i miss you
spit it like extendos, this sh+t is sharp as a sickle
order polo sport, foreign issue
i’m a spanish, more mixed with the north, i got foreign tissue
you can’t ignore the official, burnin’ like thirty missiles
try to turn this earth into diamond, turnin’ dirt to crystal
investin’ paper, stay patient, put in work, it’s simple
i’m finna drop a tsunami, they tryna surf a ripple
who’s really ridin’ waves? same style and the lines are changed
all them lies pressed on to vinyl for some pocket change (lies)
here go a couple dimes for your tidal plays
on everything, i bet you never make my kind of plays
tryna gain some profit from the pain since ’98
where i got rapid automatic for the firerate
it’s violence on my brain i try to hide away
’cause life ain’t mind to take, won’t you pray for me to find my way?

[instrumental outro]



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