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[Verse 1: Da$h] Swim in fallopians of Ethiopian women The wheels are spinning, moon is glistening Few exquisite, Now if you have witnessed The youth is twisted, off purple liquid made to cure the sickness Feel like my vision took a big shift Smoking that Samson got me lifted I'm the one who gave your girl cousin them drugs Your little brother's plug, Spit instead your mother's mug Take a finest bottle, pour the liquor out for em' Once above, the last shot is for the homie's lock Liqour crop, hit the lot, double spinning till the Guinness drop Pull off in fourth gear, put it in park The whores, they see me, say the law's here My voice is hordes for them [?] Like over here, we don't support fear Road to the riches, and the course clear I'm riding till the tears sparking an exhaust tear [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Actavis in cactus cooler I bit the Apple on the Mac computer, you a loser There ain't a subject I can't tackle, either now or sooner Ain't got no shoulder pads, but collateral pass to her Running back, running rap, I bet you wish she knew ya' Black Lip Pastor, hallelujah (Soulo, Soulo) Soulo in this ho, that mean this church up in this bitch Gave her a sermon then I hit, god I'm an entity into titties, a fat ass, some clean pussy, and some good weed Knowledge and wisdom in abundance, infinite energy And I'll be sure to write night and day, literally Deadline snapback, Backwoods in my backpack Xan with that lean nigga, shit you never seen nigga Put that on my team nigga, 3 i's, you see me bruh Careful, you know the game's T-D-E us [Verse 3: Vince Staples] I heard they out there praying for the death of me I been down to knock, it's my destiny I been round the block, it's no testin' me We been ran the north, it's no extra key So whatchu' got on lock my nigga? I tried to tell him, they ain't gon' get it I been prolific, been on this shit You can check mo millie, that was like 08's You niggas ain't no factors, Just come around cause we ain't no actors It's no scenes cut, just checks Don't waltz 25, but i'll take my time If a nigga come around, tryna' take what's mine Tryna' take my life? Good luck with that We got guns for that, you not coming back I got fade in the bushes, lurkin' & lookin' Bout' that life, don't get yours took quick Just a story of some kids left stranded Couple of the homies and a couple automatics Come to the hood, get a good pack out Tombstone re-ripped, with your hood whacked out You know what he about, at Romana park till after dark They drain they pool, we swam with sharks We shooting fools off 7th street You make the bed in which you sleep I stay awake like visiting dead With the hammer sitting indiscreet, indescreets [Verse 4: Retch] Sold drugs in your granny building In front' the children A piece of shit, i'll be considered the most Baby hand on the dinner plate I start the meal with a toast Three assorted cheeses, they garnish the both Cut the slices even Distribute them to my assemblage of these fucking heathens A bunch of demons in these polo fleeces I clutch the reapers into bay polices I burn the Priest and vanish in the breezes I talk to Jesus, reconsidered features Rain dance on black sanded beaches Pick from the tree that bare the fruit of peaches Slaying these skeezers and it feel the Eden These backwards got me with the heavy breathing Connecting Venus and the shit the cheapest I hit the party with the Sherm perm Ear rings look like strobe lights I cop the gold fish platforms for the cold price Hop out the V in all sequence, fish is Swedish Sway Padorian, my shit the meanest, you need it And I'm the founder of this shit On the forty-sixth floor eating flounder with the shrimp Got a awfully thick splore and I just pound her with the dick Get the dope from outta broad, destroy the county with the shit Piece of shit records, where dreams come true You saying fuck me? I'm saying fuck you © 2018