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In My Lifetime

 

In My Lifetime

(альбом: Vinyl Days - 2022)


Actually, that was pretty dope man (Ayo)
I can't even lie man

Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sipping Henny
I got Mastro money, boy your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dolla bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner getting high when a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?

Hip-Hop baby, body rocking you know what it is!
Shit hard!
Dark!
Ha ha, you should be concerned
Yeah yeah motherfucker, you know it's me (you should!)

Smoking back-to-back dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your fucking body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the fucking window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my thang, sweet
In left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch will kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Call dice of pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
Cash jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherfucker haven't turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could have been in soup or a tacho
My push colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
Fuck the world, written on the tattoo
Man I be smoking mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid)
Motherfucker, you know it's me

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