Fresh To Death
Wanone
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Swinging this shieet like crron trying dodge em so I'm not judge by 12 dead or alive I'm fresh to death beating up the money to my pockets got swole if I give it to you you don't got to owe it back but nigga be appreciative you never seen king of the jungle well here I am she trying give me that pussy cat like I'm will.i.am I'm smoking on that loud pack I don't care what you mumbling over there matter fact let me go the other way and take that lame shieet over there smoking on some Cali weed s/o to my grower I couldn't find a seed your bitch on her knees like she finna pray to me went to sleep on that mud I lost my high had to wake up just to drink some more bitch I'm losing calories but I eat good pockets use to be lettuce now it's meatloaf been blowing strong for a long time like I'm trying hurt my lungs you ain't got to ask where I'm from Wanone from the Wa go deep for them birds finna hurt em I can't rock with you if I rock harder for you then you rock for me really like a rockstar but I'm popping like a popstar fruity ass niggas you sweet I don't eat pop tarts you can tell what time I'm on you better check the clock you know the captain always take the last shot x mark the spot I got bury treasure everything I say is non fiction not fictionally in the booth smoking counting more blues who told you it be easy you signed up for blood sweat and tears all I drive is automatic how the fuck did I switch gears I feel like Superman but I'm more like Hancock told you this meal ticket lobster lamb chops ham hocks boy I'm super hot hot sauce we can have the same hustle are work ethic not the same you follow your on pathway there never find how to stop the motion I only talk to the money I'm not racist I can tell by your flow and your beat you lazy nigga trying break the bank when I get that big pay day that little shieet you did nigga that was extra petty your last name petty