11/10/15
Apex God
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Bongs, blunts Brews filled with ash If you got a pack of cigs These cats'll hand out they cash Pong games How long can it last Felt like it was forever Now that's forever in the past Songs, beats Every one is trash Still I'm grinding in this game But they won't toss me a damn pass Wrong names What they called me in my class Never measured to the marks Now the marks want my autograph Party for the Dogs Dylan Tommy Hella crossed B Day shit Better bring Better bombs Clever drinks They left me gone Trash another mans home That's the type of shit I'm on? Letting strangers in that jawn Cheer 'em on and watch 'em fight Then start yelling It ain't right Tossing everybody out Another party next night Bacardi wit the sprite My dog got molly If y'all like I ain't ever been this gone But anybody got a light? I'm sparking one I copped the Dutch And turned it to an onion I got an ounce of the weed Gimme your honeys funds Only cost you like 3 hund And that's a nice deal I make my cash like re runs Call me Seinfeld Shit keep stacking On my way to a platinum But never sign a deal Independent I make it happen Life sure is a party When my only vice causing action I ain't ever saying sorry If we racing And I'm passing Bongs, blunts Brews filled with ash If you got a pack of cigs These cats'll hand out they cash Pong games How long can it last Felt like it was forever Now that's forever in the past Songs, beats Every one is trash Still I'm grinding in this game But they won't toss me a damn pass Wrong names What they called me in my class Never measured to the marks Now the marks want my autograph Whoop whoop That's the sound of the police Watching people scoot scoot out the window With a shriek F*ck if I do that man I'mma probably break a knee Lock the door of the bathroom like 20 people in this piece Seeing flashlights at my feet Feds be scratching at the door I won't ever let 'em in They gon have to bust a hole They told everyone to go Get up outta here please Drunk kids all on the hill Barb wire stripping they knees Hop I'm the car if Stoney jones First time we ever did meet Drove me back to the rango So I could catch me some sleep They went to hit up another party Cops bust it by 3 We was kids just getting sloppy Freestyling heat on a beat Can always head to cisumakas He was a partying fiend People puking in the tub Kitchen got pancakes to eat Had a party cup bong Porch got plenty of weed So many games of beer pong The 30 racks seeming meek
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