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Aye yo
Feeling like a goat
Teething out my nose
Tryna eat the smoke
Can I ever chew on
Fluid when my brew gone?
Tryna make a new jawn
Out my super suit on
Then I float with my laser vision
Tripping out in mateys' kitchen
Was it Cush or Jeffos?
Paper free like metro
Uber in a Tesla
Only going Tesco's
Need another drink
24 /7
But it's Christmas Eve now
Feeling like a fiend how
Bleeding till I bleed out
Then I go heaven
Or hell with all the homies
Better than being lonely
With the goats and OGs
Still surrounded by the phonics
Listen to my old tracks
Get know the old me
Repeat them to myself cause
I don't really know either
Resemble reaper, Soul eater,
Dental feeling
Cold teeth
Since my pediatritian
Told me
I got fangs growing
Older now I slang dope
Sell dreams
And bang loads
Looking for a pint Of blood
End the night I drank loads
Said there's two to tango
But I'm on my ones
And no one in the mirror
In grass I feel a slither
Always hear them hiss
When I diss and deliver
I'll never leave the yard
Unless it's winter
Garden over grown loads
Hold the ring like
Frodo
Tone Bigger now I'm bolo
prefix Count not mister
Money making slim
Money never made me though
I'm counted on by kings
Do it for my lazy bros
Do it for the kids
Do it for the homies
Do it cause it's piss
Call me count bone
Always count on bone
Vamp lifeing
Typing something
That I always owned
Always been a goat
Seen it from my throne
Talk to me I'm talking to you
Talking on my own
X4
Man I've been eternal
Back flipped over hurdles
Going forward gaining with a board on so it's tantrum
trotting then I canter
On my horse from apocalypse
At Ascot for the races that was banter I got sloshed as this
Feeling like a rotten kid
Always throwing stones
In a greenhouse tryna over dose
On homies that I've grown
Mumble raps and tones
But I always been articulate
Realer than literature
Wheel it up and I'm real as shit
Feel me like tire tread
Sticking to the roads
Please invite me in your home
I don't bite and I'm alone
Going on a hunt
Tryna get some runtz
Then I zone out
Food got me feeling comotoze
Like I've grown out
My old slacks
Looking like some skinny jeans
Said they're 501
Hand them down to my mini me
Slumber in a coffin
No wonder I feel boxed in
Fill the whip with smoke
Even Tom Tom started coughing
Tryna get some cake from my shawty and got frosting
I guess that's why we she still telling me that I got problems
30 luv advantage
Dirty love the top spin
Always back and forth
Like I'm always in a mosh pit
Chorus
(Ahhhhh Lindo, Lindo, Lindo)