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Icy cold air to my lung
Got my asthma flaring up, yeah I need the sun
Red Force 1s and purple chords
Chord progression on the KORG
On all fours, knock the purple door
The key to winning is keep grinning, the weak thinning
Beat billing, magne feet petite Greek women
Lemon rosemary, olive oil dosing it
Let the water flow, hot dip your toes in it
Life's a bath and your life is a laugh
Five mics in The Source, five pints in my gaff
Who's better? You a dwarf tryna fight a giraffe
Fuji sweater, no Porsche, ride my bike to the caf
Eight letters, that's J-U-G-A-N-A-U-T
Cliché, kicking like Bruce Lee
I'm sticking to the script and the page
All your pictures are staged
Write scriptures while I dig in the crate
Break bread with your brother if he's putting in the same work
One time for the real
Take heed to the wisdom, never trusting in a lame's word
Two times if you feel
Break bread with your brother if he's putting in the same work
One time for the real
Take heed to the wisdom, never trusting in a lame's word
Two times if you feel
The sweat dries in the breeze
On an island in degrees where the lakes don't freeze
High five to the folks that believed
All the ones that's deceased, for Pablo and Jazz's spirit we grieve
Weave a tapestry of knowledge, tap drums on the pad
Tap the door when you're lonely, tap beats for my dad
Tap dancing on the toes of my rivals
No CD or vinyl, no Bee Gees, just Migos and Tidal, uh
Street's disciple, my word to the rifle
Earning a title, reversing every verse in the Bible
Rehearsing every page turned into a curse that'll strike me
Tiger stripes on the tan leather curves of my wifey
Fibre optic fire beams to the fuckers that fake
Flash fry the fat bone marrow, chuck as a steak
Chucking change to the children that be stuck in estates
Exchange stories, stay pouring while we tucking to Kate