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The blood scene followed by catch up
Peep the cinematography
A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it
Now who gone clean this mess up?
I'm from

of felonies walked in the spot
Fuck is you telling me I know my job
That nigga square so I'm calling him Bob
The booth so hot you get burned by the knob

Keep stackin, you will never catch me lackin
Finished the blunt, grabbed another wrap and packed it
Out the window, speeding down the highway
He talkin

bout me mind your business man
Point me to the bag Is it over the rainbow 
He Say I look good from every angle 
Sipping on lean yup blue berry faygo

conscience
 I bin wanting this long since
I was a young kid just hoping
Now i got things in motion
Now im hunting and scoping
Bob lee would prob lee want me

I'm fighting through it
Bob and weave my way around the verses then I write hook
Lines on college ruled was like the ropes
I put my might into it
Knock

on with you

Second cousin of the Dizzy man
And the nephew of the devil
A girl sent to me by the devil

I'm getting it on and I can't do me wrong
Got jazz

neck like voss
Paint the town red Bob Ross
40 on my side don't pull up
Took yo bitch she got bubble butt
Choppa on me do not give a fuck
Choppa on me

Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday?
We can call it urban to me that's cool
If urban means street, that includes jazz too
And rock for that matter
Go ask Mick Jagger

meant to raid
We never fade like cheap clothes
Scottie yo, repeat those ethos
Of jazz and blues, while peace grows
And spreads through soundscapes

Pray for me cause I'm a risk taker
On probation so ima bob and weave
Lately I listen more than I speak
Head on a swivel I'm off safety
95 baby I'm top 5

Bills reach to the tree tips
If we do a remix
By then mine might reach to an eclipse
Peep this, I'll be out lurking by the beach
Backwoods packed good

blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka
Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka
A true live balla, might cruise my 'pala
Or just soak in the sun

head bobs and shoes tap
That kind of music that pierce hearts when truth slaps
I guess the dog in me really wanna just move cats
And its true that
It's

Call me Bob 
Make magic on the beat 
3 you fell of 
Hella soft 
You sure 
That's why I fucked yo girl in my shirt 
Lemme chill 
The savage side came

Natty Dreaded to na Zimbabwe
My phone card works all day
Bobs way, black market militia
Eating well in the Meikles Hotel
Copped the passport, no

my plug was jemery lin
Mike Bibby ot they driving passed the Tenn
They just tryna get them blues off Bobby bland
Duke was slidin base but he aint make

Ayo Dogg can you give some of that shit
To go a little something like
Herb is a plant

We live by the motto
There you know, Dank we trust
It’s

hold ih child and ah ask why
Eva had to watch your best friend die
Eva seen a man who had to bury dem child
Everybody just walk by
Ina hilux, wingle

She a scammer
I wanna go fast like speed racer
I got them horse 300 acres
I’m balling hard like play for the pacers
Call me me Chris brown cause uma

to heal because I know,
No filter you know that we coming for you 
I done many things
I grind to stack all the blue,
Just right there to walk by you don't

Here's a break from those pesky blues
I say, grab a brew, grab a friend, sit back and relax
Well, the sun rays are shining through a cloud break

Rambling when asking him, where has Carole Baskin been
I ate her husband, but I ain't her cousin
Flossing like Bob Ross, paint by numbers
These babes are

yeah
I'm black man strong
This black man on
I'm from the first man who in store
Life on this earth
And still they wanna treat me like dirt
I'm black man