Rare Paradigms

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: Al.divino] Cocaine slopes was stable Red laser on the SK, I let it spray you won’t wake up again Bag a 10 outta 10 bitch just to fuck her friend Cup her hand, runeth over suckers pretend like they about shit I doubt it, we keep an ounce lit Nothing but that dower power drive the book of powder Outstanding what that bitch could sniff in an hour One thing I could never tolerate is a coward I’m fucking cougars at the [?] Pedaling medicine from Medellín By any means but I’mma get it in, know that Kodak Black playing in the background, packed crowd Walked in the show they didn’t pat me down So if drama pop off, I’mma finish it Strictly that fly shit, ya’ll know what the business is His figure face is probably fucking up the autopsy Sawed off shotty, this the ghost of John Gotti I’m at the Barclay’s Center on the floor Ya’ll the type to put a diamond ring on a whore What the fuck is that? Ferragamo flannel looking like a lumberjack Just tryna put my city on the map Pretty rap, ya’ll piggybacking the next man Catch me at your college dorm doing the keg stand Twisting up a zip of headband Don’t have my money on time? You’s a deadman [Verse 2: Koncept Jack$on] My city full of Jerry Lawlers I bury all ya The cherry cough with the medical card, that’s very thoughtful My petty broad angel wake me to pet it raw from a side angle Wetting the cloth Watch her locks dangle We hopscotch on blocks that dangerous son You cockblockin’ plots cause you couldn’t hang with us Lame with the movement Bang with the truest Rather be with lames and you knew it Mangle your crew You too, saints with the bangers that don’t do shit Niggas to-to Washed in your town, pardon my back I mob with my gardener and stash GATs Andromeda stats Palming the ass, bump the slow jam, roll flannel Fuck the drama and backage, Kon don't hold hands or perform anal Winners, antennas fine tuned, pop wines from 9 Junes ago With Fly up in a timeless monsoon yo Drop jewels at remote spots, four blocks Down from the hidden temple That’s my dope spot Nigga [Verse 3]