[Verse 1: Cambatta]
Another posse cut
I'm the cocky fuck
That no one knows that fucked, the roster up
Then you spark a blunt & hear a God amongst
Men-nonite (Men or Knight), Christ on cross with a pen to write
My ink blood, I'm penning life ‘til I’m heaven’s height
Do CID, And dream a dream so lucid
I'll travel back in time before you lived
Threaten your father a day before shooting you in
And make him fuck your mom to my music, like ‘Batta’s that new shit
I’m opposite Newton, I’m Scottie on Ewing
My shottie so spoiled, B-B-BRAT! I'm shooting
Fornicate a lot, I’ll record a rape and watch
While freebasing a quarter eight of rock, I'm stupid
Recognize patterns mind, Seven times Saturn wide
1/1 suicides, genocide, recognize
I forever shine so bright, that I’m wrecking eyes
Your retina’s blind like Helen's eyes
(Smoke!)
I'm sitting on the porch with my sociopathic ass
Liquor by the quart, and a O of that Cali grass
This shit is like a fort, I'm a soldier that battles tracks
Not a sacrificial lamb of that battle in Iran
I ain't chattel, I am cam
The lower case version
Still smoking dro, even though I ain't working
Fuck a vote ballot, I’m stuck in my home rapping
‘Till the flow is so dope I give Oprah a coke habit
Another posse cut
I'm the cocky fuck
That no one knows that fucked, the roster up
Then you spark a blunt & hear a God amongst
Men-nonite (Men or Knight), Christ on cross with a pen to write
My ink blood, I'm penning life ‘til I’m heaven’s height
Do CID, And dream a dream so lucid
I'll travel back in time before you lived
Threaten your father a day before shooting you in
And make him fuck your mom to my music, like ‘Batta’s that new shit
I’m opposite Newton, I’m Scottie on Ewing
My shottie so spoiled, B-B-BRAT! I'm shooting
Fornicate a lot, I’ll record a rape and watch
While freebasing a quarter eight of rock, I'm stupid
Recognize patterns mind, Seven times Saturn wide
1/1 suicides, genocide, recognize
I forever shine so bright, that I’m wrecking eyes
Your retina’s blind like Helen's eyes
(Smoke!)
I'm sitting on the porch with my sociopathic ass
Liquor by the quart, and a O of that Cali grass
This shit is like a fort, I'm a soldier that battles tracks
Not a sacrificial lamb of that battle in Iran
I ain't chattel, I am cam
The lower case version
Still smoking dro, even though I ain't working
Fuck a vote ballot, I’m stuck in my home rapping
‘Till the flow is so dope I give Oprah a coke habit
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