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ASM We no takin' no prisoners Enemy become burdens Let me flaunt the style son, I think that the time's near Now the Tribe's gone (gone), who's gon' pick it up from here? Let me volunteer, fuck it, someone's gotta do it This Burrata filled with lava got the Shining Stanley Kubrick, little bitch You are in the presence of the Don Dada Ron Carter proper ba-baaller like Paul Pogba The mark of the stigmata in my palm, modesty Check the catalogue yo, we've been crafting odysseys Yup, level Sophocles, level self-fulfilling prophecy Level up, level landed aristocracy, ha, ha Former skateboarder turned crate hoarder Foraging explorer sipping orange wine from Georgia Think them a wicked man, send them, make them come Said them a gangster, send them, make them come 'Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come Send them, send them, send them, make them come Grape juice, pass that grape juice Another revolutionary breakthrough Suede loops with the maple glazed drum track Slaughter all that thug rap, it's water off a duck's back Grape juice, bitch, sipping grape juice Yeah, that's how we living, gotta make moves Full palette (skill) primary and opaque hues No escape route, ornithology I'm the second incarnation of Blazin Hazen (Hazen) With a hint of Harry Kane and Gary Payton (Payton) When I twist the Mary Jane more like Larry David Situation's getting Eastern European hairy, shave it Wax it, strap it down and melt the plastic Rap-napped the speech and the beats are getting cat fished Gremlins going guano with the flow, gold bat shit Tryna break them old habits, rolling out the open caskets Going viral like Ebola catchers, cold molasses Hey, yo, the masses, hold the glasses, shake all your asses Fold a flag in half, scatter ashes over pastures Pour a splash into the growing grass, moments pass No damn flask of brand (Cognac) This ain't no rough night out with no (bar tab) In the alumni lounge we kick (far back) When we sip the juice with skin contact So put your Bud Lites down and drink (all nat') This ain't no cocktail round with no (bar tab) In the alumni lounge we kick (far back) When we sip the juice with skin contact I walk in them Napoleon, send them, make them come King, send them, send them, make them come Them a behave like barbarians, send them, make them come Send them, send them, send them, make them come Grape juice, pass that grape juice Another revolutionary breakthrough Suede loops, with the maple glazed drum track Slaughter all that thug rap, it's water off a duck's back Grape juice, bitch, sipping grape juice Yeah, that's how we living gotta make moves Full palette (skill) primary and opaque hues No escape route, ornithology Boy, them gon' flip and make me rise, the bone crusher Brand new equipment imported from Russia First boy we see start to melt like a butter And who gon' violate and get find in da gutter Friend get bite by the cops and start stutter Don't give information and then sing like an Usher Crazy amount of slug man they can't take the pressure Informer said him couldn't do no better Boy, them not brave enough Them not fighting for no cause, 'cause them no brave enough Them think they bad like a yard, but still nah brave enough Ready fi put them on pause 'cause them no brave enough None of them no brave enough I walk in dem Napoleon, send them, make them come King, send them, send them, make them come Them a behave like barbarians, send them, make them come Send them, send them, send them, make them come Grape juice, pass that grape juice Another revolutionary breakthrough Suede loops, with the maple glazed drum track Slaughter all that thug rap, it's water off a duck's back Grape juice, bitch, sipping grape juice Yeah, that's how we living gotta make moves Full palette (skill) primary and opaque hues No escape route, ornithology
Writer(s): Morgan Sister Gertrude, Philip Antonio Thomas, Adam Michael Simmons, Benjamin Bambach, Maik Schindler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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