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99 Neighbors

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(album: Television - 2019)


[Sam Paulino:]
My aura gold
Gold soul theory watch 'em glow
Flow stinging like some paper cuts and lemon juice on open sores
Down the block from Oodie, stolen hoopty at the corner store
Shattered goals, falling like some windows of a broken home

All my women gorgeous, they adore to see a fuck up
Less important then they exes that divorced 'em
'Cause they told 'em they fucking another whore again
Where the fuck this story end?
Stole her mom's Corolla, drove it off a bridge to torture him
This morning had a cup of coffee at Muddy Waters
Sat across from Diablo he complimented my garment
Said I'm doing fine, had a couple questions on my mind
He said shit, I can't even lie, I'm struggling with mine
He told me in due time everything will be fine
You could always flip your soul for like $9.99
Watch these problems go away and your family will be straight
Just know you'll never get to see the gold on Heaven's gates
I said true, but I gotta see what the homies wanna do
He said facts, keep it cool 'cause both sides are watching you
Ain't no Yeezy in my Serato to know that I'm a God
This a hip-hop holocaust, a rap homicide
Commit mass suicide 'cause it's really do or die
Off some rounds at the boys in blue to watch these pigs fly
Maybe I'm bipolar, this energy always switching
'Cause of fickle niggas itching for digits, begging for listens
Might just stick em, flip the switchblade, poke 'em and hit 'em this way
Choke 'em and kill 'em, that way they know that I'm different

[Swank:]
(Fuck this bitch bruh, I hate her, yo)
Had a conversation with a two faced bitch, she tryna yell at me
For everything she say that I ain't did, she feeling me
Got a couple bottles I can't chase, it's killing me
Make the drink a little bit stronger, put a pill in me
I think I'm running in these circles again
I try to drown myself in liquor, so I'm swimming again
It's word to Mac, I'm watching movies while I'm ripping this pen
I got the sound off and I'm faded, wake me up when this ends
I think I'm losing my friends, I dropped out of this reality
Damn I miss the drugs, but momma proud of me
Never switching up but I don't know if that shit outta me
Never wanna wake up, rather be down in the ground in peace (uh)
I'm spitting cyphers with homies with 99 bars
Take another pill and I'm waking up right behind bars
The 5-0 ain't my best friend (nah)
And when it's over, gotta know that my new life starts
I'm ripping darts with my demons, he gassing up my check
Gotta find some bread like it's the Eucharist
I be hitting licks and jacking shit, so call me counterfeit
Took a quarter shrooms, fucking tweaking bout an hour in
Thinking bout the times I never miss
Create a battleship, inside my head
A pyramid to find the journey to this bliss I never knew
Mirrors never truly represent to where I'm looking at
Or where I'm gonna get, ayy, yeah

[HANKNATIVE:]
I take a break and hop up back on it, snap up on it
Neo in The Matrix, the way I'm lean 'em from back to forth
With over orders, over over analyze subordinates
The coordinates is plotted to yo' front do'
We smack the shit up out you verbally
No need for keyboards
Then check the shows and try to hate
But leave, just tryna see more
I destroy
Everything I'm touching, grab that blanket for yo' comfort
Check yo' mans, 'cause you're in trouble
No 10 K, no need for running
All these funds come in double
These is new, so niggas wonder
How I've been up on the bubble
And pop, like Drake lyrics
And rock, like Trey singing
And bop, like Chance bringing his songs
Some Dré feelin, on God
The spirit died and rose up through me through the ashes
I'm acid on tongues to people
Who never considered mapping
This path to a million riches
With nothing but voice
And snapping on anybody who's capping
Talkin, seeming average
After the I kill the masses on Battlefield
With no casket, I'm coming for you and yours
It ain't safe, and I'm on attack
Your homebase, plotting tactics
No way that you can match us
I'm ravenous, I need everything they tryna go and stash from me
But that's just talk, and I've done enough for these runnas up
To come into the race and still demolish them
Like, "What it does?" I'm coming up
With newer than the fake from your media
It's easier for y'all to submit
You want the me to you

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