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[verse 1: k!llnixon]
i’m all about my weed and my money
any n-gga trynna take from it, getting head hunted
always wavy staying blunted while these lames staying dry, saying nothin’
i guess they quiet storms stuck inside of f-ckin’ summer
while my style get they b-tches wet like tsunamis, in a hummer
i got some gr-ss types that’ll stun ya if you stuntin’
i ain’t even frontin’, this is top shelf, purple make my cup melt
i don’t even try to act cool
while her boyfriend was that n-gga bitin’ styles in high school
never smoked, now she burn a couple pounds in my room
waking up like she f-cked a typhoon
i’m a tycoon, and my n-ggas are goons
f-ck with family or the hustles they won’t hesitate to shoot
trill navy att-tude, f-ck you, n-gga, swag

[verse 2: token a$h]
trill clique with a hit list here to dismiss any whack emcee spittin’ with a limp wrist
i attack with a mic hidden in a clenched fist with the swag of a pipe, better know my sh-t hits
on my crook grind using you as two ply, puff fly as i ride, activate my third eye
f-ck what you heard, i’m dope, it’s a crime being on your ipod with the c0ke in these lines
back to the grind, flash ’em the steel, get p-ssed what is mine
and i don’t need a deal for the fact that you’re blind, on that ignorant b-tch sh-t, swindled by business
stay lifted, fakes peelin’ off their face get scr-ped by grizzly grip
f-ckin’ with a power level over nine thou-, bow down to the top of the dividend, green straight militant
clean cut in the cut rollin’ doobies up, bad b-tch in the back snortin’ cuban dust
stick shiftin’, i don’t think we’re movin’, bruh, six shots in, better pack your uzi, bruh
still movin’ up, k!lled another bowl of ramen, still startin’ from the bottom, need another pen to rotten what you pushin’, bruh
keep losin’ touch, whack rappers can’t fathom me
one whiff of my sh-t’ll get your writtens ripped quick, insanity
bout it, bout it since master p, hot enough to strike a match stick twice
like a creackhead’s pipe, ain’t n0body p-ssin’ me, too high on another f-ckin’ galaxy
if you mad then you care, rise up if you gotta but you better be prepared for catastrophe


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