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PROD. BY CLAMZ CASINO
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Aye...
Low in da specs, n they low to suspect...
Dez cats as lamez, n we knowin whats nxt...
So fuck that, that same shit...
We aiming for the apex,
Nameless, but they status,
Was momentum, not get famous...
Rap game is wasted on a playa,
I stave em off, they playin,
I stay in that brain, caged in,
My pessimism, my hating,
It's war, aint tryna save em,
Of course, just tryna savour,
My thoughts, CnS that double time,
Overtaking em on a double line,
Like i aint spose ta, but muthafuk that!
Man, now my time is any time,
All I wanna do is sip drink, chase tale,
Smoke weed, feel it in my entrails...
Dont ask me who my pupilz iz,
I aint human kid...
I aint a human kid, human kid...
Momma know ima monster, lil shit,
Piece of shit, like biggie smalls,
Give me hell, when I cap my jaw,
Tell my girl work it hoe, til ya sore,
The money of the floor then beg for more,
She wanting more, she want that all,
I know she wanna know, just how I ball,
Ball, ball,
60 ft tall, could step the hoop,
Better check the score,
We an odd gang, no wolf mang,
But recognize, I kill em all.
Going in, so hard.
Out for mine, bogaurt.
You don't know us, so don't front.
Call me nuts thats close enough...
Cause I'm god, n dont give a fuck,
What you think, thats real enough.
Stay on my zeal wita pound of doe...
Laxin on the couch wita coke'd up hoe...
She finna blow, my microphone...
With a fucked up lip and bleeding nose,
Faded bitch, take off ya clothes,
Pass a sprite, add a fo...
Light the dro, we getn po'd,
Up purrppurrp, thats my gen y shit,
Take it slow, like they dont know,
We smoke smoke, we get lit,
I aint new to it, eyes two slits,
Use it, abuse it, not human...
The truth is...
All I wanna do is sip drink, chase tale,
Smoke weed, feel it in my entrails...
Dont ask me who my pupilz iz,
I aint human kid...
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DRUGZ,
track released September 30, 2012
Clams Casino, Toben Farrell
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