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[Intro]
Uh
Bronson, Bronson
I'll rhyme over any motherfucking beat, man
You don't wanna hear no 90's shit, you wanna hear some new shit, right?
Aight
Ayo
[Verse]
I spit this [?] fiends around the corner standing
In times of need, nobody panic, just live off the land
I'm never stopping 'til my jacket made of slaughtered lamb
I'm thinking [?] small just like my daughter's hands
The ginger ale inside the yanky cup, I drink it
Lincoln Continental suicide is how I'm thinking
Got the [?] cause [?] they smell the reefer
Fuck that pulling over, [?] with my sneaker
Fuck it, twist up another purple cigarette
I'm in the shadow [?]
It's gorgeous, I'm having people paint my portrats
I am one of a kind, you just the same tree in the forest
Money in pouches, ike a [?]
Smoke an orange flower from [?] that I cop [?] my flowrest
Shorty's a milk chocolate, and I'm like [?] Walker
A slick talker, street [?] straight up New Yorker
You know we rolling, smoking weed all on the highway
Fuck what a hater gotta say, I do it my way
Never giving up my dreams, never gon stop
I give it all just to live this life
Uh
Bronson, Bronson
I'll rhyme over any motherfucking beat, man
You don't wanna hear no 90's shit, you wanna hear some new shit, right?
Aight
Ayo
[Verse]
I spit this [?] fiends around the corner standing
In times of need, nobody panic, just live off the land
I'm never stopping 'til my jacket made of slaughtered lamb
I'm thinking [?] small just like my daughter's hands
The ginger ale inside the yanky cup, I drink it
Lincoln Continental suicide is how I'm thinking
Got the [?] cause [?] they smell the reefer
Fuck that pulling over, [?] with my sneaker
Fuck it, twist up another purple cigarette
I'm in the shadow [?]
It's gorgeous, I'm having people paint my portrats
I am one of a kind, you just the same tree in the forest
Money in pouches, ike a [?]
Smoke an orange flower from [?] that I cop [?] my flowrest
Shorty's a milk chocolate, and I'm like [?] Walker
A slick talker, street [?] straight up New Yorker
You know we rolling, smoking weed all on the highway
Fuck what a hater gotta say, I do it my way
Never giving up my dreams, never gon stop
I give it all just to live this life
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