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Me and my homies smoking dro and open shows just for the hell of it,

Blowing O's condoning foolishness compelling it,

Hoping maybe we can make it from irrelevance,

Elevating chasing for a place away from negligence,

Elegance in more ways than one

Lighting up the doorway, my gourmet words are served for fun,

wordplay in four ways and

one bad bitch with some foreplay from tongue,

sore legs from fucks,

that I don't give,

Most girls hoping for some dope dick,

Asking if I wrote this,

I'm chosen, composing rhymes dripping with the style,

Keeping cloaked, hidden smiles, Seeking out record deals

for my moms, hard times, compiling dark lines

sparking off a grind, sparking up the blunt, carpet caught on fire,

if i drop it, parking spots mark inspired writers in the lot

and spitting on the heat firefighting,

Dipping off the streets if the 5 is riding

My peace is not divided,

Multiply my joy and find a boy that is delighted with enlightenment

decided not to die without writing this,

Reminds me of them nights filled with strife,

just compiling my problems in some writings quick

Gotta fight the system, They'll try to take your rights but listen

to the inner you,

sitting on the principles invincible as long as living given truths

Condensing youth suitable to make the proof visible,

Scoop residuals, crystal truth continuum

Pretend you from the money but consumed by its residuum

Ascension turn intent into curriculum

Breakin up just like the middles that you given em

 

 

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Rockefeller fella stashing guap into the boxes

guala selling sevens droppin quads into their pockets,

Copping till I'm nauseous, dropping the obnoxiousness

and watch the dollar turn the fucking profit,

 

Most kids in business, trade illicit goods,

waiting by the station pockets heavy lace and bud,

busting basement wares, but the money making good

blunt is tasting kush, blazing bush,

no messiah in the woods for the broken,

Sighing cause the answer isn't open,

toking placing chance into hoping

tickets for the dancers and the showman,

Sticking to advancement for the hopeless

My hope is in the hands of all the ocean,

Fishes tryna glance up at my boat and

flowing for the closest land besides the golden sun,