Looney Shit (feat. Ram Gang)

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I got the baby mag homie wouldn't bark to say the least
Talk that street shit, better know they pullin' your receipts
You ain't did shit and I done done shit you wouldn't believe
Prior to this rap shit, would you believe
Squad was deep like the X-Men Chuckin' up them B's
Loyal Crip niggas with me
Shoutout to Ced and KD
You see it's all blast for me
Thinkin' they wouldn't blast for me, huh
But nah, I can do this shit myself
Walk up in all black, stealth mode, unload, reload
Gun smoke, gun smoke, see I'm sick, demented
And these bars all cemented I swear to my pigment
I'm dyin' for the cause outlaws, outlaws back on the run again
I'm shooting for Mars
Way high above the rim and Still playing where I came out the lion's den
I'm scarred with no Mufasa can't nobody take my title
And I throw Simba off the cliff too
If he fight against them Ram gang
Sire spitting fire It ain't no suspense, we make it look too easy
You won't get a chance to pull shit
Take you out with one blow big bad wolf shit
So run and tell the pigs, that Corleone back again
And he brought some of his friends
No way that shit sound weird, nigga
I ain't got no friends
Go tell him I'm with my brothers
Pulling up in all black, rob a downy on tropic thunder and y'all ain't ready for war
Like you staring in Tropic Thunder
I'm like crime with these rhymes
My nigga, it's all cover
Testing these borders
And Marley blessing these foreigners
And put me on records and recordin
And I like stepping in the corner
Motherfucker, I don't miss
Walkin' through the surrogatee with my steel toes
Man, I'm spittin' flows real heavy, feel like King Larry
It's a lit, party down at Terry's
Parked outside, I'm eating curry
I ain't in no hurry
I got my queen right beside me
Man, no fiend trying to find me
Prince rakeem, how I rhyme it
Japanese, I'm eatin' ramen Follow me to scales, we climbin
Cross me, I leave you hanging
Came through, perfect timing
My foot still should leave a stain
Spittin' look, it's like my daddy
Llama could comprehend what I be saying
Maybe you just like to climb
And maybe you don't speak my language
Uh I'ma swing about my trees, orangutanga
Every time we get on the beat
We bound to make a banger
If I'ma cram in the sheets, I hit her all angles
If I sense, ram in the beef, I pop a power rangers
Tyrannosaurs in the trunk Got Saba in the armrest
You don't want it with the lyrical, immortal contest
Put on your Prada, f*ck bomb first, we bond next, uh

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