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Lil Ugly Mane

Radiation Lung Pollution (Actual First Version)

 

Radiation Lung Pollution (Actual First Version)

(album: Thing S Thatare Stuff - 2018)


[Supa Sortahuman:]
I'm posted chilling, writing, smoking, drinking, thinking 'bout my past
Then my homies came through and asked "Where the hell's the sack?"
Petey handed me the bowl of sour so I took a couple drags
Then proceeded to go to the back and get hash up out the sack
Save a little just to make it last, that's Supa's motto
We spend on these trees like we just won the lotto
I'm chiefing for a reason like we ain't gon' see tommorow
'Til we fall asleep and makes some Zs like Zorro
Inhaling vapors and feeling no sorrow, don't feel no pain
I feel bad for the people who never kicked it with Mary Jane
She radiates all through my brain, enhances every thought I think
Even makes my food better and I have more fun when I drink
Gimme a bag of that sticky-sticky, I need a eighth for the 60 60
Different shit, just like the 60s, this Elvis Presley, them dudes is filthy
Riding 45 in the 50, I smoked good joints now I am spliffy
Damn this bong really got me lifted, I rap so tight people say I'm gifted

[Lil Ugly Mane:]
Puffing on that paradise, that kush has got me paralyzed
Verified, I'm very high, whip so clean, it's sterilized
Terrorize yo block, you in my way, why ain't ya movin'?
Me and Supa Sortahuman rolled a quarter in a cuban
Now we grooving
Feeling extra throwed, hot like wings, them buffalos
Just to let you bustas know, them duffle bags got extra dough
Only fuck with sexy hoes, I swear I leave the rest alone
Underground, I'm lesser known, but in hood they feel my testimony
Y'all ain't smoking on my level
Y'all ain't fucking on my level
Y'all ain't dranking on my level
Y'all ain't nothing on my level
These fools they need'na listen, they probably smoking that resin
They talking all of that shit, I probably pull out my weapon
That sour diesel be relieving my stress, getting me right
I swear it's hard to not just walk outside, ready to fight
Lime green cannabis, color of praying mantises
No stems, no seeds, crystals like they amethyst

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