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to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
niggaz that thirst
Yes devine nine shine put that ass in line
Regulate, I'm only here just to take what's mine
Must hit combine, dangerous minds Dunn
with more degrees, at least two Ivy Leagues in.
Live on the east coast, take the right vacations
Ecotourism, Southeast Asia
Only go to California
gave his only son
The way, the truth, the life had come
But there was no room for him in the world he came to save
Jerusalem, what you have missed
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
the Eastside now
So come on, hop up in my ride
Take you on my journey through the Eastside
I speak explicit, surrounded by lies and fast women
On the grind, but
realistic hooks
Like a fisherman's brook
An efficient outlook
To disintegrate the foundation shook
By that babbling brook
Shoulda offed her
Left her sleepin
In vernal bloom and balm the woods are shrouded
And noontide winds through them in susurrus drift,
They beckon, and are by umbral leaping brooks
and Im over it
I only started rappin cuz Im nasty and you noticed it
But my brother Rabbit be on status wit a loaded 5th
And he might get to clappin off in
Of manufactured history
Color blinded by simple minded men, in misery
Money like control, And Manipulate, Prospective
Speaking, Of the old life kings, our
stream that makes the master who he is. They together run in the level lands through which Rocky Mountain streams meander.
By the brook-side the dog
God bless the land of info wars and influencer superstars
'Cause you need the hype but not the heart to make it in America
My role models became
[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War! and no type of thing is sky pagin', rappers are preachin'
And them girl know, there is nobody in this world, til I step it
(Don't stress)
[Verse 3]
Give a kidney or a lung to nigga if he needed one
Cause that's my Dunn Dunn
I give him my only gun if he needed it
Oh that
walking across America
Every minute is a miracle
Where can I actually leave myself
I only deal with the present
It's America
And we are in the night
She hits snooze
Not one, not two
but three times
and that’s fine
by me
Cause I could lay
Right here all day
Just watching
Her talk in
Her sleep
this dope
This country dealing hands slipped two white Queens to row three Kings in boats
Damn
Metaphorically speaking
America’s just a shipwreck
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
my man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn i'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
Dunn i'm bless
The country is lazy but nobody admits it
Way too hot in the kitchen way too cold for my foes
Should've been had a deal but now fuck it too old
Truth america
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great again, from East coast to the West
Let real rap manifest, destiny in
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
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