My head fatiguing off the opus Kept it underground to focus I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus *************s tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask Nothin' but, nothin' but net,is you Roger or Novak? You still are no match, you get no rematch Boy, you missed your moment, Perusing the MoMA， I'm all on my lonely, burst in tears On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement I never ever trust the pre-rolled I never let a random mother****** shoot the B-roll I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know? Never ************* someone you wouldn't wanna be though It forever seemed like time's up When we swerved in the Honda Now forever seems like no time I mean time flies when you have some Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your ************* like futons My crew saved your crew Like *************s came through with the Groupons Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula Are you slowin' down? Are you holdin' down? Whoever held you down Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you Swished the buckets with ya, who was *************' with ya? Really brothers when you needed that? When you see 'em now is it forced black? Hail Mary on fourth down Hands to the sky Yeah, peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me Peace of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing Peace to the boys that we used to be though Geto Boy North Face too cold on these hoes. Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and Face Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace Hands to the sky
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