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niggas commit so many fumbles
It really make you wonder
the game set up for me to lose
I bring thunder
Legit
Fools rush in the spot
I had to quit
I'm outie on the under
Won't hit the same spot till summer
With a fake beard and a hair cut
Switch gears
Now I swear my game is car repair
With a hunnid g's stashed away safe up in my safe
Close down shop
And plot my great escape
Tell everyone I'm goin fishin
Fuckin fake my own death
But the body is still missing
So I got the task on my step
Set sail
I will prevail
And prepare
A monstrous tale
The mail gaze
The apple of my eye
No more games
So much fuckin paper
Gotta count the shit in pages
Redirect the council of clients
To those young niggas
See if they worth
What we supplying
While these niggas sedate
I resurrect
Recuperate
Come thru in some new coup
Yo crew gon havta wait
Ruminate
Waiting for someone
To elucidate
You lucid mate? Don't trip
End up on the loose with lupus
I ain't Cupid cuddi
Regroup and swoop on yo units
When I shoot
Ya whole plan go up in smoke
Like my grams
To the top
I'ma reach
But if I can't
I'ma preach
Puff leaf
Liver belly cowards
You disgust me
We bussin in on yo spot
Fuck whatever you be discussin
You gonna crumble
When I scrap macs
Its a bloodbath
Buggin out
Yeah nigga run that
I stick and peel
Creep ain't comin away empty handed
Run the whole train just for change Like some bandits
So tell me what the outcome is
We got more gold than some fucking alchemists

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from た​わ​ご​と​本​当​の, released February 1, 2014

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