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vader the villin, rothstein – jet lag lyrics

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vader –

i caught the zone and i couldn’t get rid of it
weight is enormous the flows inconsiderate
i know some women who’d k!ll for the syndicate
they making gwala right offa the internet
stacking the dope
strapped like a tourniquet
she wanna know if i’m low it’s affirmative
i treat the work in the sheet like a tournament
smooth fella but don’t make me go –
i had to duck out the city my sh-t hit 4 milly i made it all back
i know some fellas who look at me jealous and they
used to laugh when i told them i rap
funny, the money hilarious
this sh-t embarr-ssing for you, you need to relax
f-ck my positions precarious, i’m real aware of it
squad bout the size of a tack
sh-t
kissing a tab and that muhf-cka’ hit
liquid on ice, everything glitched
all of my life, been on a tip
balance a challenge i can’t get a grip
all on the wax, all on a disc
if n0body listens it is what it is
that never stopped me from getting to biz
that never stopped me from getting to –

big things on me
bench pressing my speaker
ten stems in my caesar
might send a text to my teacher
“you don’t even know me”
in 7th grade i went ether
last night we got deeper
you don’t mind i don’t either
nah
every time my m-th-f-ckin’ quote go up i double it
every time i’m getting mine they’re spying like the government
every time, every time….

rothstein –

circa 2013 tried to go clean got my hands dirty
you can’t picture how it feels to see my brother winning this sh-t been a journey
had to scr-pe a lil chicken we was in the kitchen breakin’ down birdies
vader still a vagabond had to move my operation out to jersey
always had plenty and more
good and plentys in the drawer, smell like colombian raw
i keep on pressing ignore
pushing my pedal to floor, smell like dior
put in my time for this
i got the juice and it’s obvious yeah
look at my obelisk
we set the city on fire with this yeah
they gon scoop ash in my wake now
with a souped up dash in the breakdown
i’m the best out m-ss i don’t want my flowers
i want two ton bags and a cape house
treat the 1 hotel like a safehouse
used to treat crown fried like a steakhouse
five years and i still bump laid out
we gon run this whole d-mn thing any day now

big things on me
bench pressing my setbacks
too much left in my jetpack
never said that i’d text back
you don’t even know me
traumatized and i’m jet lagged
fell hard and i fell back
royal water they smell that
every time my quote go up i motherf-ckin’ double it
any time i’m getting mine they spying like the government
every time
every time



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