Lay Some Treats on Us Step Brothers

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[Evidence]
Fuck Run, I'm the reverend's son
A motherfucker with a missing lung, waving his gun
(Diggy Simmons)
I'm killing this song until the raven is done
Laying birds out off of what I'm singing on drums
I go (DUMB) like we visiting East Oakland
And buzzin' off the alcohol, but still it's thought-provoking

[The Alchemist]
Step up, step up, step up to this
Bloody knuckle fist, broken gasoline drinking
And pot smoking in public
And tuff's the jam like a Caribbean musket

[Evidence]
Can't trust it
My blueprint plan is not discussion
Guns are either handed, and weapons ain't biased
So why we stand clear from the drama of the sirens (Woo)
And moving past the promises of liars (Pliers)

[The Alchemist]
Spin your face in a shape that's two-fold
8-track maker, I'm collecting the fools' gold
Work with a hammer and a chisel, my tools old
I'm live and I dive and don't check if the pool's cold