(feat. Black Thought)

From the top

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Im about to br

Wasnt that fun?

Lets try something else



Forty-five calibre killer from out of the filler

Definitely going to show yall brothers how you not a gorilla

Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer

Taste thriller, break thriller

Lets hit em with the bounce filler

Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground

And still be sinking, submerging in the parks

Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts

To f**k your thinking, its not a mirage

Im in the motherf**king track, yo, from out the garage

With an if, you to duck, but its hard to dodge

In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie

Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad

X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe

Hanging you from each of your limbs

See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard

Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims

Im the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, King

And when it comes to planning

The thought to keep thinking, man



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