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I been kicking doors that was locked for me
I been throwing mud like that shit was pottery
I been getting high cuz there's more I gotta see
I ain't close to tired when I'm dead I'll sleep

Been moving big weight
No asthma, breathing heavy
Cracking turtle shells
Bebop and Rocksteady
Everybody know that
Patina gold Chevy
It's young 3PO
Always go, always ready
And she can hit me up
If she need to bend her backbone
Dripping like a spicket
Pack it, flip it
Off a Tracfone
Pop off with the cricket
Ninja vanish
Quick to get gone
All I do is tell the truth
I don't sing songs
Steady fuck with Disney plus
Ain't no Mickey Mousing
Run up on that castle
With that gas can and douse it
Cheddar cheese in the zip
Might flip for a thousand
Yeah
Pockets full of allowance

I been kicking doors that was locked for me
I been throwing mud like that shit was pottery
I been getting high cuz there's more I gotta see
I ain't close to tired when I'm dead I'll sleep

Mentally I entered
A dimension fortress first
No turning back time
Parched mind
Quench thirst
Burnout call me Calcifer
High as hell but down to earth
Walk in silence mouthin words
Found in Church bound to serve
Wake up early and I go to sleep late
Keep waiting on the day I don’t feed hate
Keep faded wave forms on floppies in case
Pop it in place
Chop it with haste
Conduct a ruckus symphony
Y’all motherfuckers into me
And we some shit to see
Meant to be a centerpiece
Mentally I entered
A dimension fortress first
No turning back time
Parched mind
Quench thirst

I need a dutch bro, goddamn
I need a goddamn dutch bro, goddamn
You know what I'm sayin' goddamn shit
F'real I don't care if, if, if
Niggas making death threats
Gore-Tex
Ebtek
World Hikers
Anoraks by Spyder
while I’m on the rocks
With amphibious rifles
Fishing for striper
Cadillac habits
Finger licking good
chickens in the hood
Blow shots at pigs wigs
I get a gig when they light up rigs
Cereal bowl of the sniff get a whiff
My tax bracket shifts when they light piff
My thugged out orthopedics were a zip of crip
Corner store trips
Baggies for chips
Tear the label off the script
My boo roll spliffs
Honeymooners Nick At Night
Put flowers on a red eye flight
Send a kite
the secret ingredient was tripe
See my name in the lights
Akickdoe Blood Type
Make U ackrite
Batmite
Titan fights
When we clash in the street
Spotted dick ain’t no hashing the beef
And they asking for me

I been getting high cuz there’s more I gotta see yeah

Mentally I entered a dimension fortress first
No turning back time
Parched mind
Quench thirst

I been getting high cuz there’s more I gotta see yeah

Mentally I entered a dimension fortress first
No turning back time
Parched mind
Quench thirst

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from Neighborhood Shares II, released August 13, 2020

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