i spit sick some sick shit like a bitch with a split lip tryna kiss dick
and u thinking should u risk it
and wake up next morning with a pissed dick
I'm d breda with the spliff lit
and the kids skipped
i stroke better when my sticks stiff
i get cheddar with my strict clique
and we all on the grind till every breda in the cliques rich
and what I'm throwing up on these scales is the same shit I'm rolling up in these papers
I'm hard enough on these girls as it is what i'd do if i could get major
i count my profit in pounds u bredas all count ur loses in years
by the time u find out what I'm about It'll be too late for anything except tears

what u doing breda?

me I'm just smoking just smoking
inhaling toking
exhaling choking

mind out take a time out fore u ride out and u find out what my crew do at lights out
take away a bredas sight that his lights out
crack
head into the headlight lights out

and we rolling in numbers
undadog team on the road with the plungers
forcing mc's all the way down the bog
crap its sounds like its made in a bog
isn't rap doesn't even sound like an art form
till i blow u man keeping the charts warm

and i appreciate the gesture
but all that conscious shits just lecture
and ur club tunes lack any texture
bars sound baseless based on conjecture
me i make the habit of my bars being real
based on surroundings they sound how i feel

and so

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my smoke so loud make a deaf man jump
no stereo but it bumps in the trunk
living on the edge with the crunch all these months
and i'm fasting but i break lunch with the skunk
faded trying to figure out what to do
though i just knew now i aint got a clue

I'm high in in the clouds under canopy
with my eyes tryna take in the view

cuz

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