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TheMorningShow
03:18
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eGo
02:40
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Jumping to a conclusion, could stunt your evolution
Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion
Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time
It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine
Dare decline, scared money makes none
Take one, be sure to flush before the jakes come
Oh shart, specialty is flow art
Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart
Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish
Just bounce like gold-diggers
Once the dough diminish
Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (yup)
You see some deal dope, others steal hope
What's revealed is of a certain feel - grope
Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke
At worst, could not be confused with real soap
Nope, you see disaster is intended
In the face of truth, don't ever be offended
Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (psst)
I make it faster than you spends it
End it
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Ayo, I was in my cell, I clicked my heels 3 times
Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind
Water whip, tossed the coke in the alkaline
Platinum and gold, rock English hat to the side
Immaculate rhyme (immaculate rhyme)
It's so obvious
Watchin' the world from up top
Snakeskin binoculars
Red companions
Corset is on a suede mansion
My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin' (my wrist be dancin')
My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin', we live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, grab the pot for ambition
We had hopped over fences
Banana yellow Fiskers (skrt)
Pushin' crack like we invented it
Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it (got ten in it)
The Kobe Jordan, pack we was kickin' it (we was kickin' it)
Anti Social Social Club wit' the snub, yo
(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Gave the Tec a lil' love bro (drrrrr)
Grand wizard, Patek band, lizard, hand-kissin'
Miami Beach, geigers on Biscayne (Biscayne)
My shooter seen his PO and pissed 'Caine
Thank god for my wrist game (wrist game)
Countin' money in the bubble bath
Whip the half and got another half (whip)
Rockin' Vetements, backhand you with the 40
Ask Lord, your head'll spin, a cold war Leatherman
You will never be better than
Shots out the wind
(Du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du du)
Pulled up, red GL lookin all devilish (skrt)
Word to the goggles on my Hebru Brantley
Red Supreme Louie gloves, eatin' scampi (ah)
Supreme Louie box logo wit' the .44 (boom boom boom)
The way we sell them squares you'd swear them shits is bogo
(Shits is bogo, shits is bogo)
You'd swear them shits was fucking bogo
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T.R.O.M.
03:03
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It's after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios
Fuckin raw, got my wrist right
Brick white Patek spray jager put the reggie one ice, nice
Price on your baby mama head, no lice, Christ
Chuck Taylor on the Gucci knit
Out the Carrera shooting two Uzi's on some movie shit
Who he hit?
Word tilapia
You'd rather have butterflies and two are locked up
A nigga bagged the whole Ramadan
He fucked with the mosque up
Thirty days, Worthy praise
With the sleep-late, got a early grave on me
Met my plug twice, but I get them shits every time
Met Gala, I rock a heavy shine
Mind's gone collecting Hebrus
He on the cot reading Hebrews
I'm in my cell eating seafood
Big H on the Hermes dishes
Pistol whipped the nigga, left his whole head twisted
Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great
If they kick down the door, hit the fire escape, wait
You done heard dope before
But this that new batch
With one time I'm getting four more
Copped me a new MAC (NEW MAC)
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[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Never had a mothafuckin' weed card
I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all
Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off
I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah
Lookin' for the bitches with the ass
Got an icey chain cause a nigga gettin' cash
Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin'
Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'?
O-orange laces, for my shoestrings
Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
Ghetto bird here to kill our ghetto hoop dreams
Tryna strike me out before I finish school
I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off
Gang injunction tell me where we can't go
Shoot me in my back because my afro
Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true
Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew
I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot
I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do?
I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do?
I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q
Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot
Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too
Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school
Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu
Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm
On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though
We love, we go, we rise, we low
Our pride, we show, we love, we go
[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Bellin', bellin', bellin'
B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all
Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
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Transcend
04:01
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