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No way, Im way too high up
Yeah more beat brother
Put it up, eyes red cause I smoke bud
You dont even wanna ask whats in the foam cup
I'm in my zone man that bass bang a bitches breast
I got the weed and its hydro, sticky-icky yes
In a big bag, separate from the glad wrap
Tablets in the bag, dacked, I'm guaranteed to have that
Daily basis, crazy ain't it? Rep my crew lad
I start to spit, I ain't say shit and rappers move back
This is king shit, why the fuck you question that
The time has come I think you bout to learn a lesson bad
I'm on the pedestal you are the faggots on your knees
I feel invincible you other maggots stopping me
No way, I'm way too high up
Okay, let 'em hang, they ain't like us
So blazed won't say that I lied but
Thats the reason why you fuckers couldn't find us
So fucking fresh when I put shit down
Sit down with a sick sound gotta spit now
Everytime I write man this shits insane
When I'm sticking blades to your bitches face
They ain't never find another one like me
Fast speed then my mind bleed wonder why I like weed
Hide the fact that I'm crazy, slightly
Sorry did I mention, that I like light weed?
So smooth fresh, clean like so what
You so useless, pipe with no rock
High you know Scott
Fine just dont stop
Hi, yes, you know what?
Im fried and so lost
But when it comes to rapping baby Kerser be on top of it
Like a molotov they try to burn whats at the top of it
But picture where the? sit
Cause me I'm like the opposite
I'm whats inside the bottle bitch
So light up watch the bottle fizz
Im picking it up with the sickest sound, in the district now what I spittin' foul
Never see what I do live on the beat, cause I fight for the street and my mind on repeat
Got the street shit dacked that gotta fucking grab that
Rat slapped pack in the bag that you stashed lad
Ripped off, yeah, you got fucked up bad