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Hitting the ice by breaking Yo’ face,
Laying traks down to the tune I make,
Rolling up these papers within the blunt,
Itemizing these bricks for some chocolate comp,
Weaving through pores indelible impressions,
Pulling my chords for the heat reflection,
Snapping the features laced with sneeze,
Faking hot heads for the American dream,
Gripping the angles for a flower comeback,
Separating the buds and bees I attack,
Clipping your strings what nasty u held on,
Showing you mercy by giving U da phone,
Snatching the bag to keep your point clear,
Carrying U out with your trifling peers,
I’m rolling up this cash from the smoke I took,
Busting these jeans while you wait for the look,
Producing the lanes fast forward to the club,
Beating Yo’ ask a question about Blood.
