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Momma said the last one had me in the dog trap (on god)
Silvan said that God be plotting on my comeback 
Mac right by my side ain't talking bout your 10

jungle meets stars. 

Meet my pet dog Itchy who runs between the three;
By the time he joins the stars, he's out of breath and has forgotten me. 
But my

tend to write
(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to
Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the
Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my

dog shot
I'm a damn vet how you have an AK and get
Killed by a Kel Tec? Duhh, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung
Pockets

dog in the sky
We spilling bottles to live
You better check your homie 'fore I put a check on the top of his head
Bitches be checking for me 'cause

Phew, phew, phew, phew
I know bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to the, yeah, yeah

I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons why you can't

the topic
As many still going
Don't know when they stopping
Bottle the rocket
Don't blast off
They fight in the mosh pits
Don't get caught dodging
Stay in

My weapons might leave you hollow, OG know he desperado
All my loud pack on Valhalla, I be revving up full throttle
Sipping alcohol out bottles

to sober up
Everybody want abundance
If you got it would you pray still?
I don't wanna be drunk on power
Dumbstruck by the outcome of my aimed will
Pain

the dog on me call it Bolt
I'm in the field like I'm Torry Holt
Related to money like I'm kinfolk
Give him a name he'll be dead by dawn
Boy I'm a vet you

I see a ass I gotta look,
I ain't never spazzed, I ain't never cooked
We don't go by recipes, by any means, never by the book
Cause we need a meal,

Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm

Stacked up like a folder 

I thought I left my glasses by the coaster
Guess not memory bad I must've forgot 
I skip rocks to the beat of the hip hop
Hang

by different country travelers
Ravagin’ through the motherland on the other hand still label us savages
Here goes to coppin’ all the bottles and cans

on me like transgenders with there birth sex 
Yea I'm making this
Broad its complex my apartment 
So I threw your shit by the garbage next to the
Garlic

Intro: TBT G

So many memories tracking back to 20th century
Never knew what life meant to be
Growing up they ain’t have dispensaries
Only way

My memories startin to turn to enemies

At first
We blasted off like a rocket
Riding high
Gravity couldn't stop it
Sad to me that we lost it
Had my

Pour a Hennessy for my dogs in the essence
And that’s not a pop culture reference
It’s a bottle a day for 6 months cut the hangover with another

pairs of troopas
Shout-out my soldiers like oorah, oorah (Two two two two) (Oorah! Oorah!)
Too hot (ha-ha)
Two dogs
Flew off (pheww)
Came back around trip

Wonder If she thinks about me
Late at night when the bottles empty
And the
Bowls gone, do you get lost in memory
Night falls and the thoughts are

with the flow like a greyhound on snow
I'm splitting it hitting it nail on the head
With the rate of my words I should probably be dead
But my lungs like

with the flow like a greyhound on snow
I'm splitting it, hitting it, nail on the head
With the rate of my words I should prolly be dead
But my lungs like

to shoot
Chasing dead memories like a hamster on a wheel as I squeal like this little piggy
My attitude is fucked up and real shitty
Especially, my homey,

draw pillars towards the sky
And the silence is broken by dog barks
Not knowing who I am or which side to stand 
I run into the wilderness of this