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Cory Rymal
Cory Rymal
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Rolling loud, no festival Split an ounce with an edible Why you on my dick like you my testicles I been known to stress alone, lessons come, friends be foes Been around long enough to know Can't be prone to hold on to what's meant to go Got the antidote and a lot of smoke Can of whoop ass Stone cold, higher than a rolling stone I was supplying when I cut class You a liar and a joke We live life by different codes, cut from different clothes I'm on the sauce going hard, honey packs for y'all Always down, never up, because you know you soft In a drought we still got it all Get it from The Source, no middle man involved We was jumping off the porch when you was scared of dogs Is she going to fuck, of course, but am I, is where your answer's off Can't be allowing chaos in my microcosm She think I'm angry when really I'm just unbothered Single full time father with a daughter You really think I'm about to pause around for some fucking nonsense Boujee mufucka, only use the softest Charmin That chain you own get tucked in because you know you harmless Move cautious, you like blood in the water Surrounded by shark fins And all of them fucking starving Face to the floor When I wake in the morn Let it rain let it pour Put this pain into poems Praise for this form I can't stay in the norm What you take, you don't own But you pay for this loan Face to the floor When I wake in the morn Let it rain let it pour Put this pain into poems Praise for this form I can't stay in the norm What you take, you don't own But you pay for this loan
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