The Amazing Randi Real Bad Man & YUNGMORPHEUS (Ft. Fatboi Sharif & Kool Keith)
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Ha
Keep going, stick to ya plan
I wanna see that gold on ya wristband
Get your shit, player
Get your shit, player
Tryna see that gold on yo' wrist layer
Held the spliff 'til the sunken face
This funny game that we all play come with lots of stakes
Watch the people that you place in your corner 'cause it often change
I salute the moves of Dorner with a stalker's aim
Wrote this script off Green Ginger by the waterfall
Cut a nigga off, I heard he gave statements in a court of law
If you ain't with the risk, don't come close, you can't afford the cost
Arisen out the tar, thе swamp king with the Florida sauce
It might nevеr cease, I say increase the war, fuck the peace
He was in the desert, y'all won't see him for a couple weeks
911 ain't never help a soul, my nigga, fuck the deez
Crackers know not to hit my line, I'm on the hunt for cheese
Kept a jar of Emerald City in the tote bag
You tried to place a seed everywhere just to grow trash
Saltine asked me for a hand and I ain't lend it to him
I was training in a tight spot bending spoons
Kiss the spliff with my eyes closed
Kept it to myself, you confide in ya foes
Baggage claim, I've forgotten those who fronted on me
Keep going, stick to ya plan
I wanna see that gold on ya wristband
Get your shit, player
Get your shit, player
Tryna see that gold on yo' wrist layer
Held the spliff 'til the sunken face
This funny game that we all play come with lots of stakes
Watch the people that you place in your corner 'cause it often change
I salute the moves of Dorner with a stalker's aim
Wrote this script off Green Ginger by the waterfall
Cut a nigga off, I heard he gave statements in a court of law
If you ain't with the risk, don't come close, you can't afford the cost
Arisen out the tar, thе swamp king with the Florida sauce
It might nevеr cease, I say increase the war, fuck the peace
He was in the desert, y'all won't see him for a couple weeks
911 ain't never help a soul, my nigga, fuck the deez
Crackers know not to hit my line, I'm on the hunt for cheese
Kept a jar of Emerald City in the tote bag
You tried to place a seed everywhere just to grow trash
Saltine asked me for a hand and I ain't lend it to him
I was training in a tight spot bending spoons
Kiss the spliff with my eyes closed
Kept it to myself, you confide in ya foes
Baggage claim, I've forgotten those who fronted on me
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