Shover
Slim Reaper
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Addicted when I spit shit What you call elixir I call liquid That's the shit that'll make you a sick kid Smoked silly, oh you miss wit Never thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit Take a hit, run it back like a pick six I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks Or Magic, I just had to flip then rip So rip up the pages, this is a rip for the ages Rip like that it'll leave you brainless I rip through air til it's vapor Ripping through wrappers, like f*ck that paper I rip like Hamilton The words I'm hammering Cause even when I say f*ck cigs, camel wins I channel sins, to candle lit dinners Happiness loves company, and pockets get thinner My heart's on a pumping spree, thumping three beats per second Keep these seats saved only for my brethren Middle finger to the reverend, poisoning minds with commandment eleven Lies pearly white like the gates of heaven Peaceful me starts it's evanescence It's the dollar that stresses Restricting like a collar catches a loose dog as it passes Flow sweet like molasses, wanna be ill enough for the masses Shit's like time, come's in lapses Roll, roll, roll with the punches You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches You can't have that stuff kid, you can't have that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches Roll, roll, roll with the punches Read news, step in the booth I'm a loose cannon Spit bars scarier than truth or Steve Bannon And MC's who don't talk real be reprimanded Fiends still come to me empty handed I'm done pushing, but once the idea's planted My antics stop being candid, f*ck now I'm a bandit Lost in the city like Atlantis Bible abandoned, I'm praying like a mantis Hoping they don't supplant us or betray like Durant does I slay cus I don't need no pay stubs, no day job No longer mad, no bro I'm a stray dog Where the fray clogs the saved spots From the Yachtys to the K. Dots, from relaxing to the playoffs I taxi then take off and break off the fake coughs If you spray shots to stay top on the day that the tape drops And each play makes the brain rot Shit's got me thinking even the game's bought Still, I wanna be fatter than a saturated market I target Climb higher than Aladdin on a carpet So if I spark it, the revolution started Leave em blue, black and brokenhearted The new attack is real, so they darted Real, like fruits from the garden Like the demons in closet, like success is the object Real like the beard on James Harden So much real shit, and shit I'm just getting started Roll, roll, roll with the punches You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches You don't want that stuff kid, you don't want that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches You can't have that stuff kid, you can't have that stuff kid Roll, roll, roll with the punches Roll, roll, roll with the punches I regret saying the word real Cause that word don't mean shit no more And poet's just don't spit no more So I don't try and write hits no more I just keep on shoving, cause I can't do spliffs no more I keep on shoving I keep on shoving I keep on shoving
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