Yung Pajamas - Master Ball

I got a new whip
I got a new stick
Blunt so long that it look like a sword i feel like I'm Kenshin
All of you rappers gon talk shit
But then you do nothin to back it
I get the work I'm movin it all in a day you'd think it was magic
What's in my blunt? Exotic pack
You smokin og can't fuck with that
I get the cash I'm flipping that
I throw the racks in the bag
Bad bitch throw that ass back
Bad bitch throw that ass back
I throw the racks in the bag
I throw the racks in the bag
My chakras alligned
My aura is bright
But I am still tryna figure out how to open my third eye
Feel like it's starting to pry
I think this life is a lie
And we all conditioned to think they way want
And we all just walk in their line
But what if we think with our mind
This shit is just puppetry
No i ain't talkin bout Sasori
They taking lies schemes and false hope mixing it up like it's chemistry
And I ain't ever here to expose
The some facts we should already know
Question everthing you're told
And take knowledge to yo dome
I'm a master with this shit
I'm bout to blast him with this stick
Ima pull up with my gang and get subtracting in this bitch
They like huh who is this it's Yung Pajamas in this bitch
I don't give a mother fuck I just be talkin all my shit
PAIN
That's what I feel every day
Who can relate
Feel like I'm stuck in a box
And I can't escape
I think I'm goin insane
I'm about to fuck around and crash this plane
Fly to the astral plane
Ghost Gang that's what I rep every day till I'm in my grave

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Yung Pajamas

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