Emerald City - SEV3N (feat. Ceddy Machiavelli)

Said im smoking till im stupid
Drink Khalua till I throw up
At the deli scheming on a cigarelli and a cold cut
Ceddy sake sipping selling snow, it was no bluff
North Philly learned the struggle
South Philly learned the hustle
Back to Jersey with a duffle
Flipped an ounce and made it double
Move like 007, sever heads up off the reverend
Ced sessions, fresh as Crest breath is
Next message, faded crashed and wrecked the Lexus
"What exactly do you do ?"
I'm doing hits for the right price
Tell me what ya life like
Tell me bout the mood swings
The moon shine got me thinking bout 1 of 2 things
"Like what?"
Like how the fuck imma hit it
I'm in the city like pigeons
All by my dolo like pennies
The rhetoric is offensive, I'm hard as arguments with women
Walking coughing sparking spliffs
Cracking jokes and talking shit
And If y'all wanna know the truth
I was bout to call it quits
But umm, where the fuck am I ?
I'm in Emerald City
Smoking spliffs till im dizzy
I got Han & Wani with me
Thoughts ricochet like frisbees
Off 6 shots of whiskey, cough from cigarettes
I'm littty walking talking like who is he
18, I woke up and I sold drugs
Nose running I guess that's what the cold does
Road running, beat the shit out you like you stole something
Wanna know something? You know nothing I don't judge
Yo hold up
Put you on to some stuff
People got they own agendas
Only use you if you useful
You never know somebody
And if the way they feel is mutual
Tryna change a person, it's futile
People try manipulating
Others participate in voodoo
Switching different situations
Flipping the script like Scooby Doo do
Over 100k plays alone on youtube
Only on instrumentals
Detrimental to humans
Escaping physchiatrics
This my 3rd Week on a shroom binge
Known for going stupid
Spit on beats like mucus
I really got the blueprint
Ceddy Sosa really do this
Mutant sent to earth to cause mass destruction
Instead I got blunted and smoked until I couldn't function
Fuck it
Drink until I'm drunk stumbling
Walking around backwards speaking Russian
Talking about who the fuck want it
Talking to married women, running over they husbands
My money must be fucking Irish the way this shit be Dublin

Written by:
Cedric Sonnick, Cedrick Sonnick

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