EXP Share EXOCIETY (Ft. Airospace, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Rav & Scuare)
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[Verse 1: Airospace]
It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead
Would find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead
I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt
Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk
On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much
As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough
I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet
So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat
I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep
Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week
In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street
Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep
Ho I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat
My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek
But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees
Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally
(Say what)
[Chorus: Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare]
Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be
Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something
Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be
It is what it is, not what it should be
Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be
Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something
Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be
It is what it is, not what it should be
It's EXO shit, nigga, I be better off dead
Would find some time to roam the earth and torture reverends instead
I stay hot, my head's volcanic ash up the blunt
Put my Charizard in a pack, and my dad in a trunk
On the real, I cut my last 'cause she was asking too much
As if bein' a fresh nigga ain't demanding enough
I don't like shit, but outside 'cause the sole of my feet
So I walk with the sound of the ground, had me skating the beat
I been the best, text the secrets, it's pain to just keep
Like the five kids that got shot, or the eight for the week
In my city, you could die in the right place on the wrong street
Hard day where we don't eat, sharp blade and we don't sleep
Ho I'm dusty, so my records always playin' on repeat
My eyes crusty, I'm tired of niggas fakin' like they sleek
But son trust me, rope shibari, take it to the knees
Your girl suck me, and fuck me hard like we playing locally
(Say what)
[Chorus: Rav, Kill Bill: The Rapper, Airospace, Scuare]
Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be
Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something
Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be
It is what it is, not what it should be
Fuck what it is, man I'm chasing what it could be
Fuck what you think, I keep building up to something
Fuck what you feel homie, tell me where your hood be
It is what it is, not what it should be
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