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Sharpened my focus Now I can see all the snakes and the locusts Smokin' em down 'til their roaches Shorty was boastin' now she DMs me and she's getting ghosted I could be sellin' the tongue Three in the bed like 11 to one Three things gold, my bezel is one The others a ring The third pumps blood I'll be there at 12, I'll pick you up in the front If she got pumps on, probably gonna pump by one Keep it organic, I really can't stand it when I see you fakin' the funk So I'm taking a dump on the industry suits and I'm yelling out fuck Trump I get the sum in a lump Dumbin' it down, so you pick it up I picked her up in my truck She got in the back, she knew I wanted to I'm in love with her mind, and even more with her soul But nothing I love more then her serving the coochie and ceding control Swervin' the Highlander in the snow Both about as high as we can go Lost some racks off of canceled gigs Made it back takin' chance and risks If I do it gotta do it big I've been settin' standards since a kid I done kept it true from the rip We smoked then she blew like a Crip The hustle ain't optional, it's in my blood My pops still owns a business, he started that at 21 Daughter in a charter school We're tryin' to teach her smart is cool Water wings in the pool coolin' California rolls came from Jurin Wife twists the tool to get the nut off Disrespect me once you get cut off Fuck 12, fuck the undercovers Snitches roam the streets, they're among us So watch where you hang, and mind who you hang with I prolly don't think that she's sexy unless English ain't her first language Abolish ICE, country built by immigrants Border patrol taking children and innocence I'm gettin' sick when I look at the images Feelin' my patriotism diminishing I'm proud of the people who stand for our freedoms and fight for our rights She was just standing there peaceful, Why the fuck she get shot in the eye? Dirty cops can all suffer and die They say there's good cops, thats a lie If you're really good, do what's right Join us on the frontline and fight Feds are getting thirsty need a Sprite Pulling protesters over over spite Wolek and Jensen are petty as Tom Fuck the cops and they fuckin' moms Teaching their ways to their racist sons It's a marathon, don't think the race is won Lighten up, she gives face for fun Said she want's it now, impatient much? Not one for complacence but I do what she says while I'm chasin' butt Love a good girl, but soft spot for sluts So I love her more when she lets me cut Prolly should chill, I'm gettin' nasty All of this money I made off of DraftKings Thank God for the athletes So I'm taking my winnings and buying up stock Buy it low and sell it at the top Never give my heart up to a thot I make it hard to sleep on me, cot So many rappers are good as me, not I'm coming out strong you like it or not
Writer(s): Andrew James Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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