BIRTH
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Bad for bad, but they get check
When I pop up, I enter my sweet stance
Drugs lookin' like the shop you be at
Previewed the seller, he never gon' be back
Packed that, with Audemars on my hands now
Clash like the sweat of the lightning when they black
Crash, we descend in a circle, you can't pass
Fires turn with the glimmer, they set a big break
It's raining, they in the dark, I don't pretend fittin'
We break in it, don't speak, please, a minute
Pickin' in the skies, the private isn't rentin'
Attracted to the smiles, I'm sellin' stacks of the day
Get it right from the night, drinkin' Spidey jelly
Spellin' out, sayin', "Sick of lies, too bad"
Crawl up in your hands, then my mind gets in it
Watch where you walk, don't come far, where you get sniffin'
Switchin' in my pulse, and the skeleton break off
Be quiet with your lies, and the genital tissue
Break it down, watch your handle it, I'm breakin' the aim at you
Hands in my pockets, I'm watchin' 'em out the sockets
Turn them into mugs, they dirty, but they look awful
Droppin' in the pen, ain't no record, can't get the option
[?] then get kickin', get [?] knock it
Pop 'em in the head with the weapon, they can't stop it
Stay dropped to the center
Creep deep into the rhythm, when I'm stoppin' to settle
I'm short on the weather, but they never remember
I'm takin' five-seventy-five, surprise 'em, can you break it?
Take 'em with the highs, the fives, them high-seventy
This is how I break the chain, five-seventy-five-seventy
Fold what you did in, you split it because you stand it
I just let you get the ballad and rob it, I'm out checkin'
Crushed with the doors, the walls, but not rushed
Crushed the when I touch, the motherfucker get broke
Gushed with the weapons, suppressin' the comfort
Hush when I sniff, it did rise and fall
Crushed in the earth, and burst like the bubble
What a bitch, I'm breakin' bars like us
Lickin' that little record, pickin' it up
Throwin' drugs in your arm, I'm poppin' it, fuck, it's the bomb
Ah, when I pack that heat
Everyone get warm on the block, then they freeze
Stop with the weather, they drop in the degrees
Pop with the chamber, my chamber open
All stocked in the brains with the silver scepter
Anybody out there, come and ripped
Dump it every time, be proud, like I said
Play your whole game like an instrument
Pants on the box, nothing not to fly
I switched the position from the nine to five
I'm 45 degrees and I can't stay straight
I ain't skating in the sewers, 'cause I'm used to being great
Got the book of the dead in my dresser
Think about life and it ain't any better
I laid a .44, live my better
In a shadow with the bars that reach you like venom
Race with the bars and I'm out to win it
Stepping out my lung, you can drop to the second
Married to God, filled with guilt, so I'm taking it
Next to the North, we're move to my city
Dropping in the minute, I'm breaking, can't get the ticket
Dropping in the minute, I'm breaking, can't get the ticket
Dropping a dime, and I'm breaking, can't get the ticket
Dropping in the minute, I'm breaking, can't get the ticket