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Ike Love

Camoflauge Monk
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Sauce what's good my nigga Sleep Sinatra Got me rockin' to this Muck shit Uh Pass me the L, need me a Deandra Janelle I'm sky touching where the heavens dwell We cloud lifters Quarter pounds of rhino, the Henny white sipper I slizzard Spit me a blizzard to clear the picture Our pain differ but it's the same if we niggas Watch me work magic like Bone Throwing the GOAT killers My soul iller Underground like a silk robe Ill pose like it's '93 with the hood low Tunnel vision catching punishment, act like you should know Backwood blows, crack your chest when the good roll I've grown, dodged a couple felonies, was grateful Cautious of where each move can take you, keep your aim true Paid dues Light up the glue, I'm with the angels Elevate, niggas gon' hate, that's when you break through Grave to cradle, slick composure with a flow fatal However many stars who crash, that's how they gon' rank you These the building blocks, watch how we climb to the top Shot for shot, line it up, know we cream of the crop These ain't no dreams you can stop and manifest in that Trust we been sharp with this art, don't ever mention wack Building blocks, watch how we climb to the top Shot for shot, line it up, know we cream of the crop These ain't no dreams you can stop and manifest in that Trust we been sharp with this art, don't ever mention wack Ain't no heaven for a black sheep Creep on the weak Me and Sleep never snooze on two dudes who got nothing to lose Break rules and apply pressure This ain't for limp knees Blessed like an angel's sneeze Dodged a pen and a penalty, lucky me Rep for the have-nots Grand picture niggas on live blocks Art dealing 'til my sky drops It's a rocky road before a black top Nine cocked like my brother Zy It's BBS on the dotted line Tryna make the streets and the music intertwine I'm what thug life defines This for my moms in prisons who can't kiss they infants Stay a distance from the non-existence And watch the haters start ass-kissin' The hood remind me of Pulp Fiction Shootouts and heavy sniffin' These the building blocks, watch how we climb to the top Shot for shot, line it up, know we cream of the crop These ain't no dreams you can stop and manifest in that Trust we been sharp with this art, don't ever mention wack Building blocks, watch how we climb to the top Shot for shot, line it up, know we cream of the crop These ain't no dreams you can stop and manifest in that Trust we been sharp with this art, don't ever mention wack