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No Legs
No Legs
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4 o'clock
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Watch how I spit it Through the chipped tooth No Legs 10 toes in the fuckin venue We finna eat the menu The whole team hungry 4 Served it on fine China So that mean we really Dining at 5 star With my bars Could feed a country Cadillac maroon Bumping mm food Countin money Covered the entire county But it isn't always sunny Dark cloud right above my head Is placed next to the bounty I'm out of excuses to go out of town I just dip Stare at clock in my final seconds Like jr Smith I'm not with it I'm Scott pippen Quit bull shittin Take my shot I'm not missing My shit hittin Pulling up to the garden Smoke out the parking garage And my blunts about as big as Red Auerbach cigar Not courtside But I ain't sitting too far Mix drinks expensive But they made that shit hard For ya boy New Moon the team Enemies get destroyed This ain't even the album Sending out a decoy Y'all eat soy How you don't want the beef boy Team looking stacked Like Lebron on the Heat boy That's just the way that is goes It's cold in Massachusetts I've been waiting for the snow Know nothing of It's just the way that it goes I don't keep up with most of the people I know I know it sounds shitty In a town not a city Still feel like most of yall too close to me I got what you need Whether it's rhymes or it's weed Shortlist of my priorities impede What most would refer to as responsibilities I got what you need Would like to learn how to proceed Got me feelin like it's 2014 And if you get the reference you part of the team Fuck a referee Check my percentages I should move to Cali But my suicidal tendencies Lock me down they're limiting And far from angelic I'm grounded in the east coast Smoking watching the Celtics
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