Outer Heaven
Brandon Marsalis
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Jail got a nigga Locked up Homies trine make bail The 5 0 is corrupt Rough around the edges Still a diamond in rough Momma visit once a month See her son in handcuffs Poppa said man up I said I hate them niggas You don’t know how much Still serving calcium powder out that old ass truck Cocaine thick like clam chowder They don’t know whats what They get paid by the hour Just to sit in the cut Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor You cant teach some Principles to drop out niggas Dope flippers Killers Homeless with coke jitters Zombies walking the street Nigga this shit is thriller Finding for quarter piece Pills gonna shake pillers A feeling way to familiar When the rock touched my famila When you boxed You hear the whispers Through locks As cold as winter I heard you got disfigured I figured From crip niggas You bitter I guess its true The fox always alludes Never play with niggas That aint got nothing to lose The devil always comes for everything that is due The last one to think I always the first to shoot Why forbidden fruit always bear the best juice He tuck the deuce deuce Every argument diffused He robbed the liquor store We say it on the news Gave that remy to his ma We call him pappose Niggas tell tall tales The hood got Dr. suess Let me guess I guess you got the thing 2 It fits ya attitude The fate of all fools The traits The hate I seen it all brew Outer heaven open Jump the gate and get approved Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor His plug from Africa Traffica The shit is bumbatta He pack it up Bubble wrap it up He sold alotta Made a rack enough Double stack it up He hit the lotto Back it up They gonna bag it up Getcha combo Come and gotcha money The biscuit With the honey Feeding al the junkies The shit gonna get ugly Bloody And bare face Ammo the arms race You can pin it on the head That these niggas hellraise Riding the Chevrolet the coupe The delray The cops been on patrol Patron and Bombay Niggas on they third strike Forgot to touch base You say you ride for dogs Until you get hit with stray What a day What a day mothafucka If you aint with the shits Get out the way mothafucka All black caddy Get it rinsed mothafucka Go and get the 5% tint Mothafucka And don’t forget to towel them rims mothafucka Jesus got ya phone Aint afraid to call ya number Shoulda left yo ass on read You been sinning all summer You can jump the fence Just in time for last supper Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor Bubba called me up On the low Thats my hitta Drunk Passed out on the floor Hold ya liquor
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