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Prod. Cameron Butler
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2AM
First Verse:
shitting the hits and now these niggas acting pissy,
fear stricken rooks shook cuz i keep it 50 and 50,
no less, bold with it, you niggas stinky as cold spinach,
prolific in gold scripts kid gifted as christmas,
spit it similar to temperatures of demon fevers,
no fatigue he lead with, bitties greedy for the semen, Jesus,
relieve himself to the vices,
keep distance from fishy niggas like they the sign of Pisces,
scribe nightly jot Tyson lines,
psyche quite nice he rhyme typing pine needle type writings,
high likely off life's leaf, no ganja,
flow proper, sharp as whole shards of old bottles,
that a bum prolly sipping out of,
disgusting,
can't touch em, display great sentence conducting,
abrupt eruptions of the substance that'll off wackness,
sick im coughing til im in a coffin, or im crispy ashes,
Hook:
(x4)
got a thousand crimes to my name but I'm free though,
looking from a far at these rap niggas I see joes,
fondling mediocrity, my shit rocking, breeze past em ya whips knocking, it's obvious nobody's topping me
Second Verse:
the world frigid and my veins froze,
ain't a saint tryna rake cake til the bank blow,
bayce deep as six craters, bitter flavor niggas tasting cuz we chase pesos in great payloads,
no games played like the controllers broken,
cloaked in a hoody grey as my days mostly,
cash rules you cashews if in denial,
regardless I hit a smile, spit a mile of gritty wild witty vile inscriptions engraved in an E-Pad,
in order to make sure A B C im not a D-Bag,
re-upping the bucks to adjust his comfort,
dumping something pungent, connect the punches to suckers,
who was saying that he ain't g.o.a.t.
turning new lames to prey,
ain't doing it for fame, quickest way to fade away,
like dirk nowitski jumpers, uno the number is the brother like no other,
(Hook)
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Bootleg,
released December 1, 2015
Cameron Butler: Instrumental/Vocals
Mixing/Mastering: Cameron Butler
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