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supreme cerebral - street codes lyrics

[intro]
it turned into crack and, uh
i know they was, they was free basin’ probably like ’86
’86, ’80—, ’86
and it start, it started to turn into crack, around that time
and i got exposed to it

[verse 1: supreme cerebral]
take a whiff for the bl!ck after l!cked shots
sellin’ sniff with the crips while we sh+t talk
the bricks soft, the pigs watch, lookin’ p+ssed off (f+ck ’em)
stomp you ’til your clothes look like criss+cross
the wirst gloss, the fifth spark when the fish cost
big thots, this pimp sauce never drips off
only on blondes, the don
quarter mil’ vacheron, cheap talk, couldn’t fathom all the cash we on
high designer fashion, gettin’ all the ass i want, ask your mom
we ran triz on your f+ckin’ aunt
grams of haze, rubbеr bands and weight
alizé and henny mixed, baggin’ up thе yay all day
plush mink, maserati, rick wallis is crisp
gettin’ sloppy from this thotty, tryna poly my grip
i+i embody the strip, illuminati repents
sellin’ molly in the lobby, tryna buy me a benz

[chorus: supreme cerebral]
morals and ethics ain’t the street code
never been a hater but to each its own
live by the sword, die by the chrome
i wanna stay alive and watch my babies grow
morals and ethics ain’t the street code
never been a hater but to each its own
live by the sword, die by the chrome
i wanna stay alive and watch my babies grow
[verse 2: k!lly shoot]
battle with the first beast, birth from revelation (uh)
seven heads, ten h+rns, sent from all these satans (yeah)
the patient, move slow (uh), fire with a walker
ill k!ll, blood spill, grimy as the authors (grime)
bonkers, wild one
bricks with the sticks (uh), pray my n+ggas sl!ck
don’t catch a bid, over the l!ck (d+mn)
thug sh+t, sheep skin on the top, we cuttin’ war (yeah)
never see my face, metal on him, like dr. claw
when i came in the buildin’ with the duffle (yeah)
had the brown double down in the bag, you know it’s trouble (uh)
in the jungle, yo, savages hunt, you find ’em lurkin’ (yeah)
hammer with the sickle will hit you, the iron curtain (uh)
for certain, eatin’ some pasta, with mobsters (yeah)
crushed lobsters, red wine enrolled in gaseous

[interlude]
if that real n+gga stop buyin’ your slang; get your money, get your chips
but the point is some muhf+cka violates your members, they gon’ k!ll

- supreme cerebral lyrics

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