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Girabaldi's
01:56
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Pandemic shit yo
Had to close the shop down
Went back to making house calls
Pack the trunk with gas brown
All cash pivot fast had to move the stash
Quic
More crass no ash double back gymnastic
Fantastic
How lovely
The Beamer look in the light
But hit my phone I’ll also come through at night
Won’t think twice
We’re not the type to solicit advice
I’m posted in Girbaldis parking lot my car full of nice
The squad strapped up know we do this
No Judas
Double odd buck fuck up a couple looters
Hop out the diesel truck with a couple shooters no lie
The country boys and Jesus Christ on my side
That’s funny ain’t it
I bet everybody’s praying to the same god
Same rod
Hanging on the waistline as last year
The only changed is the skill and the fear
The same gear
Like King Lear
They’re filled with tragedy drear
The same will to live
Same Resilience
Is in our blood
American Diamond Brilliance
Peace to my brother and sisters
We row the same boat together
We’re all the same color really
Don’t forget cause of the weather
If I have food on my table
Then we will eat it together
Saw my mother Columbia
Draped her in eagle feathers
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2. |
Saltwater
01:59
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Turn the bezel on the weapon light
500 Lumen bright
Pointed at the door
Knock Knock
Hit the floor
Gore
Rain pour down
Thunder almighty
Blood back to water
The streets are still grimy
Bad timing
The last three months was power moves and fine dining
Just the classics
Like “I Miss You” and “The Shining”
Not the movie
The Dilla album you boobie
And you should pull the mask down
Nobody asking for cooties
First quarter on lock when the virus hit
30 pounds in a duffel bag had to split
Up to Cuda’s house
Gloves in bagging it
24 hours later we moved all of it
Pharaoh’s horses
Leap the gate
Goin’ fast as Porsche’s
In some clean killshots
I hopped off the porches
She said I was a Taurus
I said “no” my name is gorgeous
You’d think I had a sunroof
All we seem to make is scorchers
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3. |
No Sun
01:31
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The E46 lookin’ slicker than banana peels
Banana clip poppin out the stick
Got the can appeal
Bandits real
Keep a couple boxes for the cannibals
Why you think we at it every weekend
With the cannon drills
Ridin’ pills to Jupiter
Didn’t mean to lose ya bruh
I just wish we could’ve
Spent a weekend in the studio
Never ran with Lucifer
But thought of him as friend twice
See evil that's behind me
Here is 20/20 hindsight
I might
Never want the limelight
I just wanna get good
Shell out for a Klondike
Aight
Ice cream dreams
Cuban Linx car stereo
Summer time
Sweetest little momma side of sprinkles yo
That’s the wifey
In my striped T
Right B?
Little Pricey
With ya icey
I see
Met a couple cats lately
That'd make Jahovah flood the earth
The virgins say that blood is cursed
The grandma’s say that vengeance hurts
But all I see is Hollywood
And I read’s old testament
Bit shaky on the rest of it
And always loved the cowboy shit
Now how can I evolve when hatred live inside my heart
I ask
They tell me it’s not possible unless forgiveness pass
I beg to disagree
A quarter century
Of smashed finish lines
Outstanding times
Exquisite rhymes
I’ma out shine em all
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4. |
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Okay the couch Al Pacino that’s cocaine white
In real life
I know some Zebras never earned their stripes
I know a lot of people desperate when they went and closed the borders
Head on swivel they goin’ jack you for your quarters
Lookout!
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5. |
Larosa
00:58
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Isolation
Meditation
No medication
I’m straight
Clarity
This is focus
No hocus pocus
M&P 15-22 for
poikin’ jokers
They need a leader
New Bald Eagle
No vote for POTUS
Poor guy
Small fry
Tuned into the news
An orange Bafoon
Doomed
A black night looms
Scarcity
More goons
And new baboons
Chaos
Creepy raiders
Lurkin’ through the tomb
We feel great over here. What is that about?
More soul food and new tunes
I went productive route
They’re mortified
I’m fortified
But feeling for my city
Got my little brother with me
Say I’m hanging out the Bentley
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6. |
3 Commas (feat. Holmes)
02:25
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I got a woman who fucks like a reptile
In the wild
Draped in the finest textiles
I love your styles
I love your cum face
I love you the way you call your moms after I'm done
Say you love me baby
I know you're bluffin'
I'm asking all about your cousin
Sip the Stella
Always buzzin'
These mother fuckers don't know nothin' about nothin'
Ayo
This rap is like ziti
I pray to god that you don’t ever see me
Gettin’ greedy
On the TV
Shit is wild
People really wanna be filed
By every lizard and child
Those aspirations are mild
I’m tryin’ see three commas fore I nap in the pile
Base it on some good favors and how wild my style
Now I got some hood neighbors and I sleep with the chrome
Someday I’ll save enough paper
Get a yard of my own
Jumpin' out the matrix everytime I see a dollar sign
Visions of numbers always forming out the mind
"Visions Outro" so divine in the summertime
Tropical fruit Bambis
Sangria wine
Sippin' on Mimosas
Twistin' up pine
New sneaker energy
Silks make us shine
Lookin' like a dime
Not even in my Prime
I wish my enemies could see me do this all the time
I'm the last of a dying breed
Smokin' on ancient leaves
Speedin' the Volkswagen
Readin' Socrates
I don't get much sleep so I got a bottle in front of me
It's much better than a frontal lobotomy
I don't believe in heaven
I don't believe in hell
I just believe in good sex, music, and eating well
Don't listen to the stories you pussies try and sell
Kid I live this life
It ain't hard to fuckin' tell
We go to Dim Sum joints with the Michelin stars
Not like everyday when it’s in the cards
Dinner plates
Extra cake I don’t smoke cigars
In case you didn’t know baby I live all my bars
Just wanna love good
And be with you forever
Welcome to the team
Name change a couple letters
Put some leather on your feet
Double C on your sweater
God blessed your dresser go fresher uh!
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7. |
Jesus Wept
02:02
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Here for you baby girl
Come out the rain apartments
1am in my Preme hoodie fucking flawless
High taste level goin’ gesha with the garments
Sun Ra shit come climb in the starship
How lucky
No one can touch me
I’m in my prime
Only more powerful
Handsome all the time
Soft pink drinks
Stemless glass for the wine
Painting pictures
I Ain’t even got to rhyme
But I do
Praise God
Praise Moms
Praise both
Thunder crash
On my back
Stutterhiem coat
Rain fall down
Duke dances out a speaker
Gangsta walk
He ain’t gotta talk
No features
In a sentimental mood I guess
We get like that
Lay to rest head on yo chest
You know I like that
Before I even open my eyes
I feel your thighs
No surprise
Sweetest cherry pie
My ride or die
The EK purrs like a jungle cat
Stuff a rat
Back in his hole
Or the side of a boat
When Tony killed Pussy almost shed a real tear
City locked down I went into 7th gear
Strong like steers
Damn these fears!
Hustled harder this week than the last 4 years
Cockroaches scramble ain’t a thing for a lion
I ain’t lying’
Entrepreneurial stay defiant
I love it!
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8. |
Times Like These
02:03
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Wakin’ up to the news
Tell me that it ain’t true
Safe here undercovers
Couple beams shining through
Panic
Manic
Maybe they want to be
Haunted We
Doomed.
Doomed fiscally
No fisker B
Took an apple out the horse's mouth
Turn around
Wash it down
Backstroke
Been stoked
Hit it for distractions now
Good fear
Been here
Pass that muh’ fucker round
Cough it out
Dread abound
I know you ain’t really down
For chaos
AR’s
In between
We duck and weave
Stepped to get a bite to eat
It’s quiet on the city street
Gnarled on the family tree
Think we built time like these
Times like these
Every other flea
Will turn to common thieves
Panic
Fear
Strength
Power
Horses of the Pharaoh
Slugs out the barrel
Each will teach a heathen
Never see me with a tarot
Horses of the Pharoah
BroadHead on the arrow
Hit em with the bleach
The CDC gon keep it sterile
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9. |
Thin Line
01:58
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As Kierkegaard Said
Love yourself become great in yourself
But Love God become greater than all
Know people do both and they dodge the same odds
Heathens and the Pious same rate both did fall
Will we last to the fall?
Bodies dropped in the Spring
Just got done with the cold
Coming’ off of the wing
I was feeling myself
I looked great in my eyes
Bouncing back in good health
Week was too long a time
There’s a thin line between love and hatred
Life is sacred
Panic inflated pages
Don’t forget your neighbors
As Ghostface said
Peace to mankind and carry a black nine
I pack mine
Signs of the decline
Times meant to recline
Redesign shine still
Obstacles
Can’t make the kid not ill
I mix the violet 1’s with Parra T’s and Indigo
Just left the plaza with my woman hit the Jewelry store
Blessings and stressing both we got em keep an even score
Shit is crazy at the door
That’s what the love is for
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10. |
7Bs
02:25
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First off
Rest In Peace Joan of Arc Baby
She kinda look like my day one lady
At least she got canonized out of it
They love you till they kill you ain’t that a bitch
The whip 2012 but I keep her clean
The rims 13” but I keep 'em clean!
You know a guy need a lot of truck space
Raw from Ecuador and a jazz bass
Never gave a fiend a dollar I don’t know if that’s good or not
All I know is I ain’t never payed for a booger rock
I’m a nice guy don’t know if you heard or not
You can get served then we rock to the taco spot
Pickled radish
Pickled carrot
Fried Bananas
Cold Topo Chico
With the lime
Little slammers
Babygirl
Smile big for the camera
You the truth
I choose you
Chicago Gangsters
I like my home yea it’s mine
It’s where I like to be all the time
I put the studio right next to the armory
I got the 7B and I got the .223s
Try to give the branch with the olive leaves
But try to break in turn to Swiss cheese
Put Chiquita stickers on a couple P-Mags
Everyone knows who I am no Ski Mask
I like my home yea it’s mine
It’s where I like to be all the time
I put the studio right next to the armory
I got the 7B and I got the .223s
Try to give the branch with the olive leaves
But try to break in turn to Swiss cheese
Put Chiquita stickers on a couple P-Mags
06226 know where I be at
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I have to go away for a little while
A little time before I
Can see you smile
Trees are turning green
And I know
It might be a while
How do you a tell a young man to slow it down some
Specially if you’re of town for the last one
Damn it’s only good memos when the times done
Know we could have done better but we had fun
I still got the verse you sent out here for Cedes Truck
Wish we could have done the album now
We’re leveled up
Every spare second making stuff
Now that’s what’s up
Hairdressers in the studio
Just got a cut
A little more time before I can see you smile again/
Trees are turning green
It might be a while since I see you next
No Sun sets when you put it on your chest
Hit me the other day
I almost sent a text
I can’t delete your number
Can’t delete the stress
Young Kings rest in power
Mothers with the flowers
Grateful for the rain
With every spring shower
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