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Who would've thought my dog's killer was prescription pads 
Got me reaching through the bones I know I can't get him back 
Got me teaching keep your calm and I know you'll pass middle class 
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that 
But, you hear the pitter pat 
It keeps you in your winter hat 
Better leave that shit at home
We still sold like Fischer rats 
And
I had a little chat with God on the internet 
He admitted that I was written to spit it that 
Way
As I air all you out nigga it's trash day 
Like the backstreet boys, I just wanted it that way 
Wait (wait)
My days start late 
And my mornings' end early 
We all meant to pass surely 
Did I mint the glass tint on her ass from bad jewellery 
When you only love the hood niggas that's just your path, journey 
I'm back on the ave
Joey's moms back on the crack 
Fury surpass where we at 
We still ain't laughing at that 
But 
Lately y'all ride the wave 
Like there's no tomorrow 
I feel hopeless 
Hope y'all don't choke on the ghost of my open bottle 
And rope in some stolen follows from gang-gang 
And broken models that's drowning hit ocean bottom 
My fountain is open for all 
That count those opposed to the draw 
Counters stocked oxy and xans
Watch how clock dropping your mans 
Look quick don't pop at your mans 
Midnight pop shop up in France 
We saved the best for tomorrow 
Text you to lock in the plans
Dog
Dog

Call up 911
Cus' the projects is on fire 
But I got my gun 
What's your object of desire 
To become the entire empire or the son 
Of Selassie I's ire I don't tire till I'm done 
Dirty liars in my mentions 
A simple message you don't get that Irony's detention 
If you retain can't move the same as islands in attrition 
Dog my mind is just too different 
We was split by different women slipping tyrants on they tongue 
Black Antonio Vivaldi getting lonely you can call me 
King of the hill turned to king of the follies 
The molly got me tweaking get Vegeta with the volleys 
She poly on the weekend kill her demons with Bacardi 
It's no surprise open eyes won't ever see the poltergeist
So polite to poke her once she folds he close the open fly 
We broke the cosa nostra doing cocaine with the socialites 
Still trying to get the rim up make it spin off like it's Cobra Kai 

Coca-cola bro I crack one with a psychedelic
Only getting older slowly rolling to my night in heaven 
Light Excedrin tell em adrenaline got me fighting felons 
Know some folks who don't smoke but they just like to sell it 
I'm at the top so I yell it from the mountain 
I learned my lesson cant suppress rebellions from the fountain 
I made too many franklins and shit frankly I can't count em 
But I'd never be without em thought I'd never see a thousand 
My accountant always tripping he said skipper bro I'm drowning 
But don't you know I get up I could pick up any talent 
Rip up with the hitters cus' I gotta stay around em 
And they gotta stay around me I'm the only one on Houston 
In the dark of the night, I know God will keep me covered 
As I walk to the light rather die than see you suffer 
Cus' my buffer was my mother though she tried to love and fight 
If she ever see the cutter she might shudder at the sight 
I can't blame her cus' Topanga had me in her world with strangers 
Grimm ain't looking out for danger rangers looking for my life 
So I sneak never creep you can't book me for the night 
Energy is all I need R.I.P. to peep and 
Mike

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