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Blitzy Cobain

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It's Blitzy , baby
Look
Dam Spancy
if we talkin' years, then I'm 2-0 up on them drums
Ten years after that, I'm still right where I begun
Twenty years from now, I might look at it like I'm done
Maybe then give you a chance to claim you better than I was

Sixteen years ago, sat in that cell a bunch of months
Sixty be exact, all day and night ain't nothin' fun
I came back like gotta run , I hit Florida for the sun
I can't f*ck with any bums, you see I work for what I want

Kids had silver spoons, why they still off in the womb
My homie came to sweep shit up, but he ain't bring a broom
Mask on, hoodies up, like this pistol might seem new
But the way that it's been used, still sold off after like it's cool

I don't know a thing, just don't sing
You get back with Jake , really be the same
Don't know my name, the one he had was fake
Dead the math, ditch the strap, hed somewhere in back

The state
A thotty, crib 2 badass, kids and all the
Pots, got scratches, scrapes, you ain't never weigh no weight
You ain't never lay-in' weight
God took out my opps of natural causes, want me play it safe

It's up with  me, won't get you my first chance, know I'ma  save the date
Ironically, he cut some hair, I was tryna blade his face
Real and , I just hate the fake, f*ck it, let me take a break
Dabs  before I wake and bitch, she ride me like a great escape

Ass around its nuttin', held my town down like a paperweight
Slangin' bass in traffic with two letters out, that's A and K
Convicted felon, I ain't got no permit for this pistol
Keep runnin' off your lips it be the first thing that I whistle

I hit bro like brand new opp, and he couldn't wait to get you
Ghost glizzy with a swizzy, let it go, no it won't miss you
Had you followed from your home first night, I got that chrome
Bloody, said on stone, man, just let me hit his dome

I had to tell him no, I was too fucked about the hoe
On top of that, he know my lo ,but once we move, that shit's a go
Call me on the phone, check my tone, leave that bitch alone
I was poppin' Percocets, but had to leave them shits alone

This bitch must be a pro, the way that she don't leave this dick alone
Said, pull up whenever, daddy, just don't leave that dick at home
You got it, mama, tell your baby father, just don't start no drama
F*ck a beast, I be with the peace, like a Dalai Lama

Keep it G, I be with the heat, like we in Bahamas
Molly Rock 'em fold his bitch ass up just like a Polly Pocket
Matter what they try to say or do, that they cannot stop it
Trapping  ain't work out for me too, then I'll probably drop it

That's how this shit go where we from, it ain't no other option
Run around this bitch fully top-loaded, I don't gotta cock it
Playing with that backdoor, come inside, know you gotta lock it
Shit on my hip, poke out my shirt, just like Dolly Parton

Say that your whole team full of goons, but they probably harmless
How you wanna smoke and die from causes, boy, you look retarded
Old man want smoke, might have a stroke

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