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you see when you desire what you need
And all the pieces come together by themselves like a breeze
These niggas kissing ass on an African woman
If I'm

hurting me
Smokin some strong call my pot hurcules
Ride by lone or a couple a hoe’s but my cargo is light tho
Aside from the homies or couple a hoes
This

my spot
They will not affect the plot
And they won't hack into my mind
I swear rap is all I got
Plus a lil bit of pot
And some rare family time
(So

Wish your kin don't catch the curse, killing kids verse-by-verse
Even worse don't wash my hands, getting dirty, pots, pans
Yeah I'm bright watts, plans,

have nothing to show? 
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each

nothing to show? 
Once upon a time, it was in the pots of togetherness
That we brew and drunk the wine of unity
Where side by side we stood by each other

step on the scene I'm about grass
Without my team I'd be stuck in the past
Check our degree we heating up fast
No stock pots
Got gold in the files in my

and the lights 
put the dukes up and fight 
Or Shoot the brees at my foes when I see'em on sight
Got some fools on my right
Got this tool held tight
And idgaf how

cardinal rule has consequences just part of it mayne
Got a ServoPro team on stand by ready to demo ya frame
Hop out the van in all blacc masks on tool in

by the fans
Got the pyrex bowl, microwave on swoll in the kitchen with the pots and the pans
My young niggas stay tatted up no shirt with the tool

It goes up and down
Just like life
Cause that's what it has truly come to
Created by pot like fondue
Show me what your mouth do
Show me what you heart

you game
Tools to get rich but my nigga you rather take the fame
I think a lot of shit is lame but to each it’s own
I took the money from the temp job

By the tape of the world
That looks on in amused contempt and pity
This unconsented veil wraps around my eyes
Grips my mouth shut
And ties tightly

metal full
My kettle tool is black the pot I smoke is crack its wonderful
My under wool keeps me warm in rare form my bones are glowing
I'm bashful

Looking at 
All this rappers Iv been eating 
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly

I’m a shot (short) caller 
It’s like I’m on the phone with

cooling, cool it
Cooking in the pot that's stew no cool whip
You'll hit more if you do it my way
Be the sharpest in the box no tool tip
I was working on my

rhythm
It's what the bronx has giving
Who more determine then me
Shit the clock is ticking
Pots is banging
Chef in the kitchen
She texting she missing

boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)

Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm

like a mission 
Connect the dots I ain’t dipping
The tool up in the kitchen  
Wanna see me turn up it’ll have you turn up missing 
Bitch don't call me

rhyme skills
Find me on the dancefloor
Sunset parties and Futuro
Using truly dope tools in studios
Rolling deep 3rd St to Ocean Beach
So discrete you'd

fresh to the nerve,

Have you ever heard a rapper,
Best served whens hes hot,
Never had the inspiration,
Or the means to smoke pot,
And only dwelled,
In

wifi 
My niggas will drive by

You play with my cheese you gone get swizzed up 
(Click bow)
And this ain't no versus but you gone get timb up
(Yeah)

B-b-beats by
Beats by Dots
Spin around
Spin around, spin around
Spin around, spin around, spin around
Spin around
Spin around, spin around
Spin

On time on my grind, I'm about that shine
Just a dirty pot of water, turned into wine
That keeps me climbing
Keeps grinding
Walk by faith, cause sin is