Soft Gold Armand Hammer
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[Verse 1: billy woods]
Egg noodles and ketchup in the boonies
Here's hopin' the goonies don't catch up to me
Flickerin' movin' pictures Kubrickian, I lit the doobie
She said, "Life's not a movie
You can't stay the night, that's not what we doin'."
No disrespect, but I was never part of anybody's movement
They'll rewrite the whole thing if you let 'em do it
My kid's dead to me if I catch him smokin' mids
Railroad apartment, fuck the fire department, I'm smokin' ribs
[Verse 2: ELUCID]
Wow, as if you knew what it is, let me tell you what it ain't
Split a bird on hot coals to char short ribbеd steak
Hot grease on my fingеrs countin' small bills grinnin'
My own lil piece of nigga heaven, cacklin'
Y'all go play in traffic, it's not no accident
The belts are for the takin'
Might drop a weight class to shake shit up over there
Wood resin all in the air
Passages reciting 'em, taxing for negligence
Keep the checks separate, fake name on the hotel check-in
[Verse 3: billy woods]
First in line for the waffle iron, how these niggas wake up lyin'?
I tried to take 'em serious but, (it's wrestlin') couldn't do it
Even though I know, I know, niggas is stupid
Ay, you never really know what these dummies might be doin'
I'm coolin'
For all I know, might move a couple more units, keep it movin'
Radiator full of coolant
Gas too high to spin your block, just parked up in the Buick
I pray for these brothers like a rat in the wall
If they die, it's just a new problem to solve
Egg noodles and ketchup in the boonies
Here's hopin' the goonies don't catch up to me
Flickerin' movin' pictures Kubrickian, I lit the doobie
She said, "Life's not a movie
You can't stay the night, that's not what we doin'."
No disrespect, but I was never part of anybody's movement
They'll rewrite the whole thing if you let 'em do it
My kid's dead to me if I catch him smokin' mids
Railroad apartment, fuck the fire department, I'm smokin' ribs
[Verse 2: ELUCID]
Wow, as if you knew what it is, let me tell you what it ain't
Split a bird on hot coals to char short ribbеd steak
Hot grease on my fingеrs countin' small bills grinnin'
My own lil piece of nigga heaven, cacklin'
Y'all go play in traffic, it's not no accident
The belts are for the takin'
Might drop a weight class to shake shit up over there
Wood resin all in the air
Passages reciting 'em, taxing for negligence
Keep the checks separate, fake name on the hotel check-in
[Verse 3: billy woods]
First in line for the waffle iron, how these niggas wake up lyin'?
I tried to take 'em serious but, (it's wrestlin') couldn't do it
Even though I know, I know, niggas is stupid
Ay, you never really know what these dummies might be doin'
I'm coolin'
For all I know, might move a couple more units, keep it movin'
Radiator full of coolant
Gas too high to spin your block, just parked up in the Buick
I pray for these brothers like a rat in the wall
If they die, it's just a new problem to solve
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