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G-therz
G-therz, wake up
Y-you go on in 3 and a half minutes bro
Bro what have you, have you been asleep
Dude, you gotta lay off the milk, bro I'm

In a whole new dimension
Tention on me I digress
Trynna block my progress
They don't know its a process
Manage time my mind stress
I've been chillin by

You dealing with a sound here
They say it's a Rap Renaissance round here
I was by the back door in the lounge chair
Kiesh was on the second floor

the one that's kicking rocks, ugh (Yeah yeah, Woo)
Makin' songs in thirty minutes ain't a flex (That's facts)
It's like bustin' in three seconds during sex

joint, blaze
Pass that fucking joint, blaze
Live ferociously when I’m snorting all these lines (Yeah)
A fucking piece of cake as i’m going through these

yes, respect my name
When they call you Jay?, niggas know we wasn’t friends
So the fact they asked the question show me that they all pretend
3, 1, 2

of classes
I wore them so the life I live was looking like the fastest
I tried to make it look like people listened by the masses

Little do I know these

Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
L.e.s. in this shit
Nino Brown
Brizzy
Beats by Ti'killa
Uh yuh uh yuh

Uh
Nino Brown in this motherfucker yes I'm a motherfucker
Six

return
I saw “Sunshine Rock” had a new track streaming
Beau said he had an experience with Bob
That somehow reminded him of how I do my writing and my

an break down some loud
Silent king just hanging around
I got this blunt between your lips
With smoke coming straight off of the mix
Molly rock crushed down

the chamber, one is all that you need
Drop to ya knees, pull it, 1, 2, 3
You make me want to bleed
It's my turn

Sick of your games
But I'm used to the pain
That

for no lil reason
Ain’t no two ain’t no three
Taking one by the least
Been a beast where I’m from
How I come to the streets of the East with the steez

peace
Now that’s what I’m telling myself
I’m getting high by myself
Fucking with girls up in Cali yeah
I finna ride with a baddie yeah
Now it gets cold

(1, 2, 3, 4!)
Oh Buddy, Don't go!
You're my heart and my soul!
Oh, you're just a chicken out of luck!
So let the 808 drop, piano play and bass guitar

Not showing
Up in 3D
In high definition
And live on TV
CYP
I represent this
You can't fuck
With the boss lyricist

The heat
The fire
The lyrical messiah

Christmas with the red and green beams

Said she wanna rock witta rasta
She takin pictures then we gotta drop her
Mornin breath i wash it out w some Grabba
I

see a man die gotta ride homicide this vehicular ambition at the steering wheel I whip it wit no landing gear on a planet three rocks from a crack pipe

Yeah uh

Raised by a dealer I ain't know he was dealing 

You see my daddy ran a business so I wasn't suspicious 

Just knew we had it wasn't shit I

alone, to be shoved to a wall pinned by his throat, then he croaked
"You cant see, when I bleed, but I'll scream, through my teeth, that I'll make it big

this painting (well maybe, AHH, definitely) mozel tov on the rocks i go hard in the paint got bars from mars my cigars by my sank everywhere i be is

Christmas with the red and green beams

Said she wanna rock witta rasta
She takin pictures then we gotta drop her
Mornin breath i wash it out w some Grabba
I

given to the swift, only given to the strong 
Can’t rely on the others, gotta make it on your own
His performance on the downgrade
Rock with me, it’s

Cold-blooded or just premeditated
Cause the life we live we head dead to the block
Not just rocks we selling coke out the smoke spot
Cop and go yo take em for

you with an expensive tie
Still using White House WIFI on my 3G

(He's a pimp standing on the street corner)
But I live here
(He's a black guy, please