[Chorus]
Don't try to hustle me
Better getcha dolla dolla

Better getcha paper, man
Don't try ta hustle meh
I ain't no dummy, man


Gonna getcha..
Gonna getcha..

Gonna getcha..

[Verse 1]

My inspiration enlights this vision, smokin this purple
This sticky icky is the medicine that it didn't on commercials
The cyclical nature of ^!$$%z gotten me by this oracle

Documented for planted a wagon
Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space
Rappin in circles

We ain't winnin but we is as crazy as $#&@
Upclose and personal, preminitions of the gloriest
Dated, we'll be victorious, so many different choices

These fake ^!$$%z is poisonous
Damn I need ta kill the noises
Heaven's gonna rolls Royces

But the Posse is just so boisterous
And noises only the poisonous
Hollywood couples swingin' and the people you won't believe

got woman that are weedin with women
And Adam is sleeping with Steve
It's complicated to me

If it's complicated to see and it's complicated to love
Then it's complicated to be, and if it's complicated to be
And they confiscated the key

when !@%!e down in Columbia only costs you a 'G'
@@#!suckers..



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[Verse 2]
Outta the Seven Sector conservativecy regime
Where the Panthers they don't have knowledge they needed to fully achieve

The prophet, he is giving me structures for Armaggedon cuz it's coming
The Seven Signers are beside me, be runnin to the war-drummin
The (?) was fully commmitted, without a reason they want me to preach the love

Are you crazy?
It's killin season, I'm bleedin all over the speaker
My spirit is gettin much stronger

Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker
It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic
Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources, Battlin the darker forces

They $$#inated my leader
And Lil Capo we need to kill in harmony from heaven
Seven automatic weapons


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