To have some type of knowledge that is one perception But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin' I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood Whips, drugs, jewels and your pet, I'm stealin' your rims Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot And salute like the troop, when they shoot, you gon' brrrooop It's KILLHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop And out my Kool-Aid, Juice What's up, bitch? Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin Jasper got the Henny, my nigga, we get it in Wolf Gang party at the hotel I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell You know Left Brain need a freak (Yeah) I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat Yup, uh, and her ass fat Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at Nigga, I'm tryna smoke, bitch, get higher (What up, what up, what's up, smoke) Domo, where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter Still bang salute me or just shoot me 'Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting Yeah, my nigga Ace will pull the black jack The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac We like the mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus Lawrence did Pamela Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain I never had a Reason, nigga, I was just Ableton Not a fucking Logic-contradicting dickhead (Not a Logic) Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit Semen-scented cheetah printed tee In that 'Preme five-panel, I'll repeat it for the season (Hahaha) Previous items in the present With the normal-ass past like I cheated on my team It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang see, he did come back, though) Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean Shouts out to Syd the Dude Shouts out to L-Boy, awwwwk I told you The big-eared bandit is tossin' all his manners In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches So when he says, "Catch up, nigga," it looks like an accident Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda It's the dark-skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada Then kicking all out like Mr.
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