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Michigan Ave

by BabyTron

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Shit, I woke up feelin' crazy, I'm damn near sick Still don't stop the grind Day four of the calendar I'm fuckin' with this bitch, Hokatiwi Yeah (brrt, phew, phew), yeah (brrt, phew) Yeah, up before for the birds, I ain't chirpin', you know? I gotta keep it solid, ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia It's gon' take a lot longer to heal if you pickin' the scab Got a play on eastern, told him meet me on Michigan Ave This some retro red, I'ma nod off of sippin' a half Turkey in the middle of Finkle, trippin', driftin' the 'Cat Got a whole Kentucky Derby in the whip, hittin' the dash If I try to teach you the game, is you gon' finish the class? Opposition, if I see him, I'm whippin' his ass (bitch) I'm on futuristic time, left that shit in my past Uh-uh, it's too late, why you just now tryna zip up yo bag? (Lame) Wouldn't even try it, blicky equipped, attached Feelin' chatty, rockin' Virgil, wear it with the tags Would've thought the scale up on the trampoline, we flippin' bags I peeped y'all weakness, it ain't really shit to dribble past These superchargers, it ain't really shit to wiggle fast Gangy rockin' out the tour like we Nickelback Gave bro a penny on that road, he brought a nickel back Talk a body, up a quarter ticket, someone get a half I remember shakin' in that coat, shit, my lips was chapped (swear) Now it cost a thousand just to get a track I ain't talkin' bout no rap, it's thirty for a verse Hunnid giffy self-scannin', think I'm worryin' the clerk I'll shake and bake him, hit from deep, I'm Curry with the work (three) Unky told me, all the money, dirty on the first Smokin' without carin', spillin' drank, I'm dirtyin' my shirt Foggy than a bitch 'cause I done boxed it, blurry in the vert Jefe say he chopped and screwed, he took a Perky with his syrup D$M, make a custom jersey for my hearse Wake up to some bullshit, you know birds, they early when they chirp I cannot do the green, words slurry off the purp' (nope) Just know Scrumble, he finna get scurvy if he Smurf I don't think you got it in you to reach the finish line Lookin' in yo eyes, I can tell you just the finished kind (finished) They tally you, we pull through, slide down, finish guys (finished) Take yo' money back to dukes, you can't get shit for five (finished) Them lil' boys is finished Finishin' move One, two, three It's over

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