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• Written by Imon
[Verse 1]
Need more propane, I need a new Bic.
I think I ate too much negativity; quick.
Now it's the shits, diarrhea mouth I just spit;
A lot of ether you can hear it through your speaker;
J sneakers on, not one for the fashion its a killer.
That nigga Skrillah do you up better than thriller.
Lyrically unfamiliar on God I'm OG.
I'm on IG, But I never be flexing.
Don't test him, his kindness his strength.
You niggas can't walk the mile, don't know the length.
This labyrinth got them bent, all caught up in drama.
Futurama I'm no small fry, I studied, psyche bender.
Chamander use ember, get burned to a crisp.
I'm hyphy baby, do my dance with my wrist.
I hate acting its hard for me to stay on script,
What you prescribed, what you pop pills?
All these distractions I can't think.
I know shit, I know shit stank.
Just let me sip, let me thank;
Mick Janks for the water, and teaching me martyr.
Now I lyrically slaughter, been underwater.
I speak proper if you haven't heard me, sorry wrong lingo.
I'm waiting for Zion like I'm in limbo.
You down & dirty, pigs, I stay higher then Aladdin.
But just like him, a nigga ain't never had shit.
I had to go inside, I found the gold, I found the magik.
Yeah, but we been had this.
Chicago throw the stones, I just caught them.
I carry this amethyst around my neck.
I be like fuck the gold chains, I just rock the gem.
Amethyst, pearl fusion now I'm opal.
Cheifing on a totem, faded so I totaled.
(blaaoow)
[Verse 2]
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Imon
Member since March 14 2015