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Young homie keeps The 40 on

I'm not talking the chrome

I'm talking malt liquor homes

Thicker bones Than a pillar That was Fixed to hold

The weight of the globe Experienced 100 fold

This angry nigga Don't aim the trigga

Leave the Heat alone

Painting pictures

Sicker Than pickin

Poems out of

A preachers dome

Bout to leave them

Speakers blown

Matta fact get up out

Yo seat c'mon

When the beat come on

And the heat gets thrown

He gon break it down

Til it decompose

No bed of roses flow is

Wetter than the legs of Moses

Parting the sea pardon me

As I steadily go in

Deadly focused notice

Letters forever evoking

Parts you can't see but believe

Are heavily noted

To change my whole demeanor

First I had to shake the demons off

Treat those tryna beat the boss

As apples tryna be the sauce

Ain't no need to reach for

A plague and proceed to floss

People preaching all around the deacon

Like his speech is soft

Music steady coming

Off these sheets like he beatin off

Yet everybody seems to think

Exactly what he speaking of

If every picture was a pint

Of liquor taken in the club

I need a photo finish so my

Fam can feel the final buzz

I plan to go out on a beat

Cuz I'm too live in the street

Obviously - I can go rounds on a beat

I'm not as retard as you think it's harder to blink

Than to think of something

To say to a nigga

Like a kolishnikoff

Spray to a nigga

Blowin the home grown too

Grown to play wit a nigga

So mind ya own go roam

Go away from me nigga

I am on a zone all my own

Far away from you niggas

So clear the thrown I'm home

It's been a wait for you niggas