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5 dollars for a cab ride, me and the homies split it
slick hands in the jeep, watch yo wallet when you sittin
(where my wallet go?)
sike! never had one been on that road before
(fosho fosho)
they be selling stolen Iphones with your pictures by the bridge
As we walk on top of it, wear a mask
cause, everybody trynna snitch
all the money counterfeit
Gazed at the fool with all the bling
better tuck it quick.
They machete heads just for practice
(who you talking bout?)
everybody, everything on your path
better keep that gun next to ya when they trynna snatch
(snatch what?)
snatch funds, dollar for 2 day meals
jungle kill or be killed
unlock all the askals collars
hounds hunting for that pera pera [money money]
jeep para para [stop stop]
tara tara [let's go]
A, fools penny is another man's gold
Everybody waiting in line at Homer's doh

Homer got the doh 2x
accidental flo 2x
never took it bro 2x
fool's penny is another man's gold
better watch your soul

you better watch your soul with that doh
step in foot, I-L-O
grave is settled, you already signed up
to the devil
watch ya everyside everycorner
ghetto paranoia, corrupted my mind
corrupted my time, we sleep with one eye
aint nobody safe
running up to your crib
grab the duff, fuck the 40
any brand lux, toss it to the homie
aint gotta kill em just steal everything
leave em hopeless on the streets with a penny on they name
[on they name?]
on they name pull that chain off they neck
askals bred with leftovers and
molded something that you wouldn't bite
free illas in the hood life we was born with a mic
you rep a state? I rep a country
low lives with closed-minds
I gotta show em the way
Unlockin third eyes with every line and verse that I say
These songs is how I feed em
Muddy slippers let my flow clean em
Poetry served in a plate, with extra rice
with extra rice you fuckin right
you fuckin write
fools think they can fly
think they can fly
closed-minds aint open yet so jet trynna take his city to new heights

hook [better watch your soul in I-L-O]

delicasteez wid dat wu shiet

been dominating loops with my troops
the toyota zoomed, as bullets went through
JFK shooters with precision, I gotta tell a vision
Channeling, all these scenes with my intuition
Battlin, demons with this smith and wesson
Mastering, chi while exerting aggression
we slanging to throw foreigners into suspicion [dfck thy tlkn bt?]
this paranoia, my defensive mechanism
offensive thoughts around the block
phil? jackson when I'm thinking of prisms
before they toss me to prison
I try angles, to avoid death without a vest
Coach told me, pain is weakness leaving the body
So I bring pain to the weak while I'm leaving out bodies
I stack em in a woodshed
Rappin is how I burn em
Feds think it's self immolation
No one can save em
As-Salaam-Alaikum
Jet gone rogue just cause he
Opened his third eye
Im wiping your hard drive, with these codes
already encripted
don't believe in lottery tickets
I'm tearin goaled rappers
cause yous a sucka
for the sweet tooth
we never trust ya
ain't dumb to kill a brotha but
smart enough to let you suffer
they fingers out here forever crossed [yo what time is it]
5pm its dark out here you killas lost
these owls with wild intentions
nocturnal blank faces, will leave you guessing
you throwing unknown names, to?
assure your safety (they cant be)
is by the time we pull out guns and remove the safety
The safest mind state, the most dangerous time
for cliques to start clickin and see your body fly

Paranoia everywhere I look
they bring silence upon ya when you see my crooks
they gettin the cartridge ready
loading my gun breathing heavy
insufficient funds so they start to aim steady

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