
The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit Armand Hammer (Ft. Curly Castro & Has-Lo)
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[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Free throws rimming out, ball don’t lie
Cracking wise on the bed snide
Skating with left the wounds cauterized
Empty vessels make quite a din
Put drugs aside, pointing towards the water
Raise binoculars to eyes
Deep fried, heaping helpings of humble pie
Horrible Hagar, pass funny paper as tender
AR, ten out the 3D-printer, American splendor
Venture capital is great adventure
W-2s return to sender
Corporations are people too
Righteous senator instate fruit of the looms
Black helicopter illuminati agenda
Protocols of Zion, Willie Lynch letter that proves
Chemtrails is controlling the weather
Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure
That I board the last chopper out of Kabul
And pulled the lever, reboot, regroup
Show up in a town near you
“Hey neighbor” like new fish in a [?]
And a OG want a favor
[Verse 2: Curly Castro]
I volunteered for the black plague program
Don’t want you sleeping on this old man, no sir
[?] his hand but I’m still fucking with Crochet
Haven’t learned my lesson yet
Hope I don’t lose my neck
We’re talking that Ichabod
Don’t get your minds picked apart
[?] talking art classes down at Juliard
Cause you’re just a smarty [?]
[?] have you blown apart, Bonaparte
Logan arms hold the cloth, not for long
So don’t count your genetically modified chickens
For the colonized, and have us with a side of fries
It’s the redux of the crazy-eyed
Killer from a [?] line
Getting cursed out by Cheryl in the passerbys
Far side of the matter, the keep [?] passing me
Roll blunts manatee, smoke rappers after me
Never have to jack for beats
My wrecking crew is master piece
Burning Sal’s Famous after popo choked it out of me
Free throws rimming out, ball don’t lie
Cracking wise on the bed snide
Skating with left the wounds cauterized
Empty vessels make quite a din
Put drugs aside, pointing towards the water
Raise binoculars to eyes
Deep fried, heaping helpings of humble pie
Horrible Hagar, pass funny paper as tender
AR, ten out the 3D-printer, American splendor
Venture capital is great adventure
W-2s return to sender
Corporations are people too
Righteous senator instate fruit of the looms
Black helicopter illuminati agenda
Protocols of Zion, Willie Lynch letter that proves
Chemtrails is controlling the weather
Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure
That I board the last chopper out of Kabul
And pulled the lever, reboot, regroup
Show up in a town near you
“Hey neighbor” like new fish in a [?]
And a OG want a favor
[Verse 2: Curly Castro]
I volunteered for the black plague program
Don’t want you sleeping on this old man, no sir
[?] his hand but I’m still fucking with Crochet
Haven’t learned my lesson yet
Hope I don’t lose my neck
We’re talking that Ichabod
Don’t get your minds picked apart
[?] talking art classes down at Juliard
Cause you’re just a smarty [?]
[?] have you blown apart, Bonaparte
Logan arms hold the cloth, not for long
So don’t count your genetically modified chickens
For the colonized, and have us with a side of fries
It’s the redux of the crazy-eyed
Killer from a [?] line
Getting cursed out by Cheryl in the passerbys
Far side of the matter, the keep [?] passing me
Roll blunts manatee, smoke rappers after me
Never have to jack for beats
My wrecking crew is master piece
Burning Sal’s Famous after popo choked it out of me
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