STRAIGHT Flowin' FUCK A HOOK 2

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I used to relapse in my dreams
Sleeping on streams getting lost in the means
Searching for souls in a further lost world
Chasing hot girls when my hope got hurled
Too short of an attention span to care
I lost all my hope way before the green hair
Now I be there on the north-west coast
Fake plex I roast turning haters into toast
Never pass the flow soliloquy is what I'm on
35 chrome trying to find my way home
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we smoke fry
Because the best time alive is when we're high
Fluid taught the knowledge and I passed that shit along
And now I'm smoking blue lotus straight out the bong
I might've pulled your card on the Watt Ave bizarre
And now my bars hard to follow just like jazz guitar
The Polo bag is gone but the Chanel chain still on me
The only way to get that shit off me is to rob me
Because jacking is for pussies, run up on me get fucked up
Me and Fluid keep the daggers on us and your luck done
So step up if you want to see your blood splatter
My eyes stay bloodshot from dabbing on this batter
Lucie stay plastered, especially after hours
Because the phenny capsules keep us like the leaning Piza tower

Any assholes wanna see the burner I'll display it
Eating skeezer bastards run up and I'm a spray it
My new tape go play it because you know I ain't faking
F*ck being famous get my money then I'm hanging
I'm sick of similar similes about splitting infinitives
Spiritual lyrical miracles plexing ain't fucking inventive
Sorry if I'm venting but the capping is offensive
Plexing on my name because this the brand new inflection
So find a new direction to inspect your wack crap
I'll snap on lack-luster ass trash smoking crack
The flow I got it back I didn't lose it gone astray
I'm back on the attack using haters like an ashtray
Like my boy Smooch, bum my zoot and ash it twice
Kratom in my orange juice, call my crew and roll the dice
Shooting shit on Watt maybe also on Marconi
I'm in the Y2K three deep with my homies
Mikeal got the cigs, Lucie got the whippets
I got the fucking kratom so these haters they can't diss this
Straight flowing f*ck a hook yeah you can't miss it
Like when you open the door with keys in the ignition
I might just knock your whore so you know what you're missing
Hop into the Focus, 90 miles in the ignition
Since 2016 you know I've been whipping
Stay in North Highlands but I'm never ever cripping
The beat got me loosey-goosey what's up to that Lucie dude see
We be sparking doobie-oobies haters they do not influence
Me, the boy they call CGB
The haters they cannot strictly feel me

Straight flowing f*ck a what god damn hook
Getting it on my own I ain't by the damn book
I was a young crook snatching bottles out the Safeway
Back in the game I was thinking Mitsubishi
I'm dumb enough to tell the world I'm half gay
So I'm dumb enough to ask for a date with Sasha Grey
Lately, drugs just ain't been hitting the same way
So nowadays I've been lacing my blunts with bug spray
Armani tint locs, bags that say Coach
I'm a take the cig and I'm a smoke it to a roach
Scrape up the roach when I'm dry out the pack
Trying to get this damn what monkey off my back
Ain't selling crack, Lucie selling fry
Dipped formaldehyde smoking that shit to get high
On the east side where the young guy reside
When I was in Sac chopping it up on north side
Catch me on the tables scratching like a yeast infection
I'm fly and on the north just like geese direction
Taking all these drugs since I was a young teen
My mom would crush Valium in my fucking string beans

Still a dope fiend, taking all these things
High on Robitussin dropping acid in my dreams
Sleeping on streams, f*ck the codeine
Pressed bars are hard ain't the thing that's for me
Stopped popping xans since 2018
Rest in peace Lil Peep I'll see you on the other screen
Leaning in the leans kicking it with dope fiends
Getting head in the Y2K-Mobile, bitch
Yeah I'm say clean so I got to dress clean
Concrete Junglist on my Hugo Boss jeans
Leather jacket gang, shouts outs to Fluid
Plexing ass haters straight looking fucking stupid
Capping on the net, repping false set
Oh I'll make the haters sing a different pitch next
Bottles to the neck, capsules on the counter
Lucie smoking wet and I'm popping all these downers
Adderall in my nose, smoke in my clothes
Cigs for my bros and we can't trust these hoes
Got to stay real, I can't stay at home
Posted in the field checking a bag on my own
Flows off the dome, burner on the chrome
I done wrecked the mic when I'm in my fucking zone

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