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Mama's wrist is full of rose gold Drippin' in ice yeah feelin' blessed You must have had too much caffeine I see you, you looking stressed Homie blue then homie red Homie who you wid ? Homie you rep ? Tomorrow homie's all in rainbow They rep no gang but the fucking trend You C me everywhere Compton, Crodie, you know the deal You B me everywhere Bompton, brodie, you know the meal Your top five rappers on my dinner plate At Maxim's, Nando's, or Steak 'n Shake Tell me what kinda sound does a Dariush make ? With a fifth of liquor and a loaded gage ? No kizzy the mazza is real Wiping my ass with your label and deals Like wiping my ass with a five dollar bill You can keep it lil man It gained value for real Catch me outside, your cap could get peeled Cappin so much you is locked on the letters Cappin so much you be screaming the letters Kaepernick much, now you bow down and kneel See no colors, daltonian I'm aiming all Black and white, dalmatian I beat 'em all Purple, green, blue I ain't prejudiced I kill 'em all On an ice cream cone, you finna ball Still on top of you, be the sprinkles on Sittin in Café de la Paix Thinking of war on all you suckas I ain't even gonna rest Till I rest all of you suckas RIP all of you suckas Put you on tees motherfuckers Put you on badges and "long live" you on the banners Get rid of all of suckas They asking me how am I doing this music I told 'em my ears is full resentment Revising the game like I'm making amendments Water it down homies needin' refreshments Shit just makes sense to me You had to be there Now you cant say you roll with me Pull up in - Pull up in chromes with me I do romance, I do gang gang Like I switch time zone Ain't no bromance, ain't no gang gang 'Less we matching Tahoes Ain't no boy here, ain't no kiddo Man's beard all grown Muslim ting, man don't get close No pigs, no blue clones Annoying as hell like tourists in Paris Like tourists in Rome They waitin' in line from the store I was in To the gate of my home Setting the tone like a telephone ring I don't answer phone Blocking your road like a traffic cone Ak-47 leaving drastic holes You owe me motherfucker Massive loans In the US they call me a graphic homes It's been a while since I've been home Tell me who runs what Is the hood still owned ? Get out the trenches World war one, is the game still on ? Y'all get shaky, plank stand F*ck this uzi, extend the clip Make that thing go backspin Slap 'em up, go back hand Most of you bitches been touched Most of you brothers been touched Sex or bullet I'll do you both All of you better go hush
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