CBD MashBeatz (Ft. Maglera Doe Boy)
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[Intro: Maglera Doe Boy]
(Yeah)
This that plug talk
Straight out the mud talk
Can't spit it if you ain't out the slums talk (Yeah)
It's a stick up
Hands up like a robbery
These the memoirs of the crooked hood nigga dichotomy
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]
It's a stick up
Hands up like a robbery
These the memoirs of the crooked hood nigga dichotomy
Quarter guluva, quarter a god in me
Other half require the man that was instant pie Paris walahi
Duckinl Gomora, all of it 'side of me
Hardly lookin' back, 'cause salty niggas in the trap think it's the lottery
Came from the clay, ain't talkin' pottery
African prodigy, linkin' Rikhado Makhado for cotton
It's a field nigga odyssey
Chinua Achebe but things ain't fallin' apart, peep the artistry
In a Trojan horse, just lift the armory
Shorty in the hills tellin' me I make her weak like achilles'
Dyin' dope, doofers has doubted me
Ain't nobody faker than these opp niggas talkin' like they proud of me
Don't believe you even if I'm noddin'
Tony Montana by the restaurant and tell the truth that I was lyin' B
(Yeah)
This that plug talk
Straight out the mud talk
Can't spit it if you ain't out the slums talk (Yeah)
It's a stick up
Hands up like a robbery
These the memoirs of the crooked hood nigga dichotomy
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]
It's a stick up
Hands up like a robbery
These the memoirs of the crooked hood nigga dichotomy
Quarter guluva, quarter a god in me
Other half require the man that was instant pie Paris walahi
Duckinl Gomora, all of it 'side of me
Hardly lookin' back, 'cause salty niggas in the trap think it's the lottery
Came from the clay, ain't talkin' pottery
African prodigy, linkin' Rikhado Makhado for cotton
It's a field nigga odyssey
Chinua Achebe but things ain't fallin' apart, peep the artistry
In a Trojan horse, just lift the armory
Shorty in the hills tellin' me I make her weak like achilles'
Dyin' dope, doofers has doubted me
Ain't nobody faker than these opp niggas talkin' like they proud of me
Don't believe you even if I'm noddin'
Tony Montana by the restaurant and tell the truth that I was lyin' B
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