[Chorus: Tink & Black Dub]
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[Verse 1: Black Dub]
I woke up to some Frosted Flakes
Then text my nigga L's, like what's the move today?
He said good music makes good business
And when it comes down to it, we can just kick it
Cool
I'm politicing, on something we can't get into
Searching through the C-Drive, tryna find some instrementals
[?] was calling, [?]
I went through
Hot dog special, thank god a nigga get two
Yeah, I was starving, you would've thought I was Marvin
And I'm tryna find some beats that go so hard, you beg a pardin
And spilling my soul as I'm shopping through these Targets
We can shake it like it's Parkins
Huey P. Newton in [?] that's a dope ass movеment
You hear it, then you go and [?] lifе as elusion
Deeper than them people who be [?]
Dope and we fly, oppisit day, we losing
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[Chorus: Tink]
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[Verse 2: LEGIT]
Average, but never mediocre
My nigga Bo wasn't on shit, so we speeding over
And tryna crank a hit or two, before the week is over
And maybe bring our goals and dreams even closer
To get out this fucking deep league, 'cause we the M.V.P.'s
Been teaching since before you baby niggas started teething
Yeezy mp3 on 3P
[?] City native, that's word to the teepee
Excuse the smoke signels, my niggas known to roll the seaweed
And stuff some sushi in a swisher, and get high as Godzilla's fucking [?]
And you know that we be [?] with that black on the side, no way to defeat
Them, and I'm fly as fucking [?]
Damn, she text me 'bout a party, yeah, she'll see me then
Just grab my purple cup, fill it up to the brim
And I be chilling in the back, writing raps til the end
[Chorus: Tink]
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[Verse 3: Average Bo]
Since I'm in a rapping ass mood, I'ma hit my niggas up
To hit the block and spit a few
Bars, cyphering on [?]
We'll burn them average dudes with the verse that's hella hot
You got the beef, we bring the stew
She like my cartoons, not talking 'bout no Angry Bevers
I play the field, so I [?] whide receivers
I'm out them [?] nearest golden arches
Dub say he got the whip, head to Blacksmith apartnment
First we gotta scoop that nigga A.J. up from the [?]
He working the slave ship
Still tryna get at us
Another day in the trap, is what we live for
Call up a couple girls, grab a bottle of that Henno
The people pouring in, and that liquor is too
[?] on the round table, [?] just slid through
Shout out Bryan and [?], Tink [?] and [?]
Black [?] hold it down like some [?]
[Chorus: Tink]
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