Strangers (Prod. Twiz The Beat Pro)
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If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper
It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger
Shit, I could barely even trust my friends
Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends
Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them
Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience
Why the fuck you think I spent this money on some?
While I'm on the other side of earth without assistance
At home the same shit is goin' on, I don't miss it
It's a nice place to live but I wouldn't wanna visit
Never steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose
Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses
Director of these photos so the aim remains focused
Hold still right there, hold still
I ain't holier than though or tryin' to even act superior
Half the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience
I'm livin' at the beach, about as west as the earth goes
From? Where they birthin' those flows to set the world off
On a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff
I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it
Never tell it how it wasn't [unverified] that murder
That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel
Document this madness 'till the day I come unraveled
And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle
On some Dennis Leary asshole, fuck you pay me shit
So right about now I think it's 'bout that time
That I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme
What the fuck
I ain't speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals
In spite a couple nights of a thousand I didn't kill
I still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real
Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up