100 Standard Foreign Beggars (Ft. GUACAMOLLY, Machinedrum & Ocean Wisdom)
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[Verse 1]
I keep it one-oh-oh standard, plus you know I gotta have it (Yeah)
I [?] standing on a magnet
Rock a [?] jacket, never hack it, all that [?] ish
All about the love, we'll stack it up just like a capitalist
Captain in the capper, or cappin’ them crappy rappers
Embarrassing thing is that they just keep on hanging from the saddle
You need to stop your babbling, bitching 'bout fishy fuckery
Fam of flummox fuckers from Phoenix, the flippin' Finsbury
Who’s feelin' me?
I'm grinning, extinguishing iffy mimicry
[?] instantly decimate, still a visionary
Emanate elation, then basing them basic wasteries
Taking these nuts and placing 'em where your face'll be
Target caught in a trap, poking these yaps, ain't no holding me back
Thrown [?] to the face, a fewer disgrace, [?] been openly smacked
My affinity grows to be brash
Trying to [?] be overly hyped, overly cashed, I thought it'd be over these tracks
Beggars with Ocean and that
[Chorus]
Everything, every way
Coming so cold with that weaponry
Renegade, underground, go
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle hard
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Everything, every way
Coming so cold with that weaponry
Renegade, underground, go
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle hard
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
I keep it one-oh-oh standard, plus you know I gotta have it (Yeah)
I [?] standing on a magnet
Rock a [?] jacket, never hack it, all that [?] ish
All about the love, we'll stack it up just like a capitalist
Captain in the capper, or cappin’ them crappy rappers
Embarrassing thing is that they just keep on hanging from the saddle
You need to stop your babbling, bitching 'bout fishy fuckery
Fam of flummox fuckers from Phoenix, the flippin' Finsbury
Who’s feelin' me?
I'm grinning, extinguishing iffy mimicry
[?] instantly decimate, still a visionary
Emanate elation, then basing them basic wasteries
Taking these nuts and placing 'em where your face'll be
Target caught in a trap, poking these yaps, ain't no holding me back
Thrown [?] to the face, a fewer disgrace, [?] been openly smacked
My affinity grows to be brash
Trying to [?] be overly hyped, overly cashed, I thought it'd be over these tracks
Beggars with Ocean and that
[Chorus]
Everything, every way
Coming so cold with that weaponry
Renegade, underground, go
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle hard
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Everything, every way
Coming so cold with that weaponry
Renegade, underground, go
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle hard
Hustle hard, hustle, hustle hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
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