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young solomon - graverobber lyrics

(verse)
i’m known as the toxic never floppin father
double entendre copper metal aimed back proper
used to scream f-ck em to they sons and daughter
blue badge black glock, witchcraftin on that harry potter
young grave robber
looking for extended clip
extensive rhymes since i just smoked up on a spliff
elated and hated my pastor called me irate but that’s how he made me feel
i spoke to god on the real
he told me i’d go to h-ll
saved in the 5th grade but fiscals struggling still
it’s too ill
a lying b-tch i can’t deal
with
i’m arnold or simpson
palmer chocolates eating what we got for christmas
disgusting sh-t producing with a chubby face
f-cked up on the sugar blood thinning in place
screaming d-mn if she tryna f-ck on first date
ignorant spitting i’m america k
with a triple mid fade
smoke a blunt to the face
shout out to the side of me that’s saying spit very well
f-ck a message i m-ssage the trigger on the smith and wesson
taxin my teachers who used to test on me
saying you never gonna get it tryna do rap sh-t
cliche but i said f-ck it
only true sh-t i can stomach
poppin addys with my luncheon
free meals i’m hungry
frontin on em ugly
and when yall go dumb just now i go dumbo
big eared b-st-rd hearing nothing bout that hate tho
feel so coastal eating on that spiced up tofu
got the diced up bell jack pick a pepper, did the same for my quarter back
run and jump to catch a sack
macaulay culkin home is where my head is at
star fox i’m waking up playing with that cool katt
hit up the arcade for a rack to stack
three bars decreasing on the poverty
sophocles spitting, aim for heads in the senate
until they pack up our pension
older n-ggas got nothing
the adverse shooting and jumping
going hyphy at functions
hyphen off what i’m hunting
big checks with no punch in
tyson punch out chicken finger dinner and a 40 ounce
how you talking sh-t and wear a f-nny pouch
learned from my granny never give it out
working hard learning numbers like i’m watching on the count
sesame seed burger that i ate up on my couch
never cared for n-ggas who doubt
gotta let it all out
spit some sh-t then i bounce

- young solomon lyrics

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