GRIFFEN - 312

It's Like when Snoop came thru and crushed the buildings
Deep down I feel like fuck ya feelings
New era, put the ceilings back, ten to crack poppin
I ain't fuckin round wit that shit if it's the last option
I go without, shit trash - throw it out
You can't stop him, only hope to slow em down
Ultrasound - dualistic layerin
If it ain't what you meant, wtf you sayin then?
Spend a day in them shoes I walk in
You ain't ready for the blizzard of shit you caught in
Man yo top ten list sucks, fuck yo favorite
Iono what the fuck yo blunt was laced wit
Stomp it out toll free, I call em out
These niggas do a lot of dirt for a small amount
You hustle backwards I'm tryna fast forward it
Ain't no class for this, I hopped off the porch wit it
Torchin shit, target those more fortunate
Death set list, chef's kiss my performances
Ya weak fortress, get invaded
If I'm faded jus a lil bit
Still cold as Jack Nicholson
Shinin on em
Bright, without diamonds on em
Invoke a supernova when I'm mic controllin
The night unfoldin like they all do
Building a bomb in the basement, fall thru
With all due disrespect, fuck the internet
Pull up at ya house off ya IP address
Niggas lookin like food, I'm in the wolf pack
Metamo told me to never hold the truth back
This my theme music, ima asshole
Came in ya mufukkin house, thru the back do
All these niggas talkin that shit, where you at tho?
All these niggas talkin that shit, where you at tho?
Capo? That was years back, I'm a king maker
On some Traxster shit, you owe me a favor
Schwarzenegger bars. I Terminate a Predator
Go commando never put my weapon up
Son of Sam, Runnin Man never catchin up
On the mic, my body count bubble like 7up
Never lettin up, apply constant pressure
Til I'm covered wit a white sheet on a stretcher
Never die tho, I'm woven in the texture
Fly ass 2-seater, landed in a Cessna
I takeoff like I'm AWOL
Tryna make a hunnid thousand dollars off an 8ball
Break down, bag it up
Talk shit, back it up
That ain't a bad bitch, that bitch doin bad as fuck
But y'all go head - I'm over here chillin
You finnah fuck around and reveal the real villain
Feelin like Lorenzo Patterson
All roads lead to State & Madison

Written by:
Laurence Langford

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