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Andre Nickatina

Drought Season

 

Drought Season

(album: Andre Nickatina - 2013)


I let the weed be the reason I'm getting high and barely breathing
I ain't never felt the affects of a drought season
Born winning cus sinning be my best friend
How can it end when I can't even say where it begins
You in the kitchen, birds move 'cus of prohibition
Above suspicion, if you listen you can hear em wishing
My new watch the roundtable of Camelot
Dark as the clock that got you got after you got shot
Materialistic, cursed man, but still gifted
You should see the way I throw away my parking tickets
Statement mavis, eyes just like Betty Davis
Tryna cheat on every bet I do to make you have to pay it
Brain storming, Decpticoning and transforming
You'll be just like you got stung by a bee swarming
Man this is vicious, selfish, and repetitious
All about Kahn and the money because its so religious
Man it's the Mecca, light up the Train Wrecka
Hot as a pepper when the heroin's a straight steppa'
The cogniac'n, Hennessey is how I'm acting
If you making money let me break it down in true fractions
Dictator, shootin at the spectators
I don't do favors and I damn sure ain't a life savor
Think you can love it, tackle it, or even hug it
Rap cat for real bitch, and I ain't balling on a budget
I'm Jessie Jaming, talking loud and PF Changing
They ain't told me to leave yet, I'm just saying
I'm top rankin, whatcha broke ass thinkin?
Money making I'm bakin and I ain't done yet dranking
4-4in, Shere Khaning and Fillmoeing
San Anton'in, foul you like Bruce Bowen
Fast living, weed rolling and blunt blowing
Like Mickey Cohen, take what ya not knowing and keep going
No regretting, mixed with the no forgetting
No hellos, no goodbyes, its just good riddance
Darryl Macking, Adidas and my leather jacket
All in ya city, all the time just like a drug package
7 sinners, lined up with 7 liars
That's 14 lawyers, which one I'm gonna hire?
Check the tires, no rims and big beats
Call the dealers 'cus my talents are in South Beach

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