The Constant Gardeners Super Chron Flight Brothers
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[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Fear of success, prefer the devil he knows
He made sure them bad grades never made it home
Peer pressure got the kid way out his zone
Tapping 40s, smoking Newports, talking black to moms
‘Cause feels good when they let him tag along
The young havocs get caught in dragons
The system got nigga-magnets, niggas got machines
And rations, spliffs packed up like clips
Let the lighter lick the tip, smoke drift
Cantaloupe lemonade and Sunkist
Yeah, it's some good shit
You can taste where the sun kissed, what I was saying
Is in the streets you’re never really missed
To these niggas, it's just how that blunt twist
[Chorus]
[?]
[Verse 2: Priviledge]
Twizzler [?] tree
Would you please pass the aux to me?
Fi chop it down easily, legally
Rolling all the sticky green
[?] Only ever want a home
Like a little bit of weight [?]
So you know how it go right
Disconnect the row lights
Midnight where you see those flashing lights
Eyes clenched tight
He spit those piffy poems
They called him Swissy Stones
Brought to you by Quincy Jones
Exec-producer Billy Bones
Twist and Mako Haze with essage doves
I'm at your scripts and measured tones
For lesser foes infectious flows
Stretch like leaves where that lighter grows
My mind is circles, my diesel’s purple
Certainly sir, here to serve you
Fear of success, prefer the devil he knows
He made sure them bad grades never made it home
Peer pressure got the kid way out his zone
Tapping 40s, smoking Newports, talking black to moms
‘Cause feels good when they let him tag along
The young havocs get caught in dragons
The system got nigga-magnets, niggas got machines
And rations, spliffs packed up like clips
Let the lighter lick the tip, smoke drift
Cantaloupe lemonade and Sunkist
Yeah, it's some good shit
You can taste where the sun kissed, what I was saying
Is in the streets you’re never really missed
To these niggas, it's just how that blunt twist
[Chorus]
[?]
[Verse 2: Priviledge]
Twizzler [?] tree
Would you please pass the aux to me?
Fi chop it down easily, legally
Rolling all the sticky green
[?] Only ever want a home
Like a little bit of weight [?]
So you know how it go right
Disconnect the row lights
Midnight where you see those flashing lights
Eyes clenched tight
He spit those piffy poems
They called him Swissy Stones
Brought to you by Quincy Jones
Exec-producer Billy Bones
Twist and Mako Haze with essage doves
I'm at your scripts and measured tones
For lesser foes infectious flows
Stretch like leaves where that lighter grows
My mind is circles, my diesel’s purple
Certainly sir, here to serve you
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