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wiz tha great - infinity (888) lyrics

load a clip, i might just murder these bars
take a sip, i might just float to those stars
take a trip to egypt where the royalties are
i go ape like cesar, feel the pain of each heart
my flow smooth, smoother than the paint on these cars
i’m dizzy like they cheering for me at the free throw
oh these hand me downs? i can’t even fit in these clothes
citi call me up he know i murder these shows
like i murder these flows, city paintеd in gold
any way that it goes, got millions made on a stove
got millions madе off my logic, them ceiling fans watch me blow
my dna is to strong, got dnd on my phone
my uncle had the tightest grip when shaking my hand
them cuffs had a tighter grip when taking him in
happy home when mom and dad are acting like friends
shot to the dome invaded the home in spare of the kids
struggle to live chasing dreams losing hopes and losing meals
take a plate from the gym and drop the weight on a limb
i swear to god if you go to moncrief in jacksonville
that’s where the poverty, the robberies and all the murders is
chicago englewood ain’t no different bout the sh+t
swear wiz ain’t really dead but they was tryna k!ll the kid
green bay packer sh+t i get the cheese and double it
see me when i’m fresher than a pack of double mint
you are not who you pretend to be, i’m
feeling the wave of your energy, you
asking for sorrow and sympathy, you
flow in the sea like anemone uh
i keep 4 close like both of my big toes
this heat flow made the freezer defrost
get cheese dough clothes how much do these cost
robbing em for silence no peep no sneeze cough
5 brothers at the table in debate of a meal
100 mil for a label i might make it a deal
i swear my life a movie but who taping the reel
yea i’m from the windy city please don’t tell me to chill
i wrote my own path i had to chose between pills
took the harder way, but i ain’t missing no meals
where would my momma stay, if ain’t ever help out in bills
happy fathers day? my father never heard that sh+t still
walk around my city like my heart made of steel
so many deaths in the field
so n+gga f+ck how you feel
swear that bullsh+t for the birds take a flight like seagulls
everything i do i do it for my people
demons at my door they peeping through the peep hole
how many shots are left until i have to reload
swear that bullsh+t for the birds take a flight like seagulls
everything i do i do it for my people
demons at my door they peeping through the peep hole
how many shots are left until i have to reload
how many shots are left until i have to reload
how many shots are left until i have to reload
how many shots are left until i have to reload
how many shots are left until i have to reload

- wiz tha great lyrics

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