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Ay, pull up puffing on the E-ndo Chevy sitting up on the renzos Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like 10-4, ay 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like Deep conversations about language, which one you speak? Lotta niggas claim bilingual, lie through they teeth Shout out to the money, it's on the tip of they tongue You know the feeling when the words just outside your reach, yea Take a few steps, seeing you outside your territory Make them lean back like Terror Squad when telling stories Or even like you got the Aquia So many different vernacular perspective and points Went from selecting electives to collecting the coins To rejecting investments to connecting with legends And stressing acceptance to, "Fuck it, I'll write with my left While finessing this joint with my right To bring the light, like a key on a kite" The rolling thunder make 'em pee on theyself I see the fire, I've been drinking freon I'm on the corner, feel like Dion with these cowboys Don't speak snake with these Malfoys though No sweat on my towel boy flow Brought the funk like a outhouse, that bumps like a bouncehouse And spit like the beatbox that he rock (that he rock) Ay, pull up puffing on the E-ndo Chevy sitting up on the renzos Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like 10-4, ay 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like Yeah, we say a lot to say a little Sometimes we say the most when we ain't really saying shit at all Cotton mouth I swear I spit it all I spit it all on the paper I'm twisting all of this paper I'm spending all of this paper, for retail therapy Brim low, they still can tell it's me They say they want the kid at Tel Aviv What that tell the world? I know you smelling me My fingers recently wrestled the evergreen Been a hundred proof, the message is ever clear Speaking for the crew, I'm playing Miss Everdeen, peculiar Yeah, I study Miss Peregrine, my pedigree Duke Nukem yo, you can Uber or just let it be Falling outta harmony, be singing different melodies Really ain't spoke the same language in a long time Both like to claim it's only 'cause the different latitude Long lines at shows got me distant with my attitude I'm at a door, I know you mad at me I ain't even mad at you, not good with math Ay, pull up puffing on the E-ndo Chevy sitting up on the renzos Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a nigga like (oh)
Writer(s): Alexander Sowinski, Jayson Jenkins, Louis Celestin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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