plotting, sawed-offs in a box, aloft on a yacht...
made of flow papers, no caper's capable- stop.
get faded, chill- ill taper on these haters I drop.
Trill. wrestlin twill, neighbor- all my dunks stink of a HOF...(lol)
Jovial speech, probie. You and your microbial reach know me.
Jay Hova knew, "I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!", blow me... (lol)
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Ahem.
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