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[Verse 1: Skunkz] Hey yo The sound you’re hearing from the gods break down cigars Scrape the sauce, the cast pile the size of quasars Create large cake jars and make bake stars Relate bars, for shit in the street I make hits then I sleep I’m sick, some shit you can’t visit for weeks The spliff and the leaf got me acting like kids in a tree Was down bad then I had to get up off my ass and smile fast A wild past but you know my style last so pile cash I take the bowl and then I shake it to a money knot My days was grey but hey I made my way all through them sunny blocks I used to bunny hop but now we rock drums with Glocks Niggas hate but wasn’t food on my dinner plate I hit the state and skate with ice like a figure eight A skunk swimming in a bigger lake Bitch you know my circle [Verse 2: [?]] Yo You feel my ambiance You know the move when God speak Niggas out here running in circles I move at God’s speed Artist, paint strokes give you a perfect picture This rated real so it’s only for a certain nigga You know the hustlers, niggas that beat the sunup And work ‘til the sky turn black then count the sum up Stay on their P’s and Q’s to have one-up So look through the eye of the storm to see my come up I risked it all, hard to turn back, my back’s against the wall Barely got a shoe in the door, the other shoe to fall Two to fall is what they offered to the first-timers I learned life listening to old timers That’s real [Verse 3: Reef Hustle] Stab real Reef Hustle, the reef hustler The street toucher, the weed bumper Keep it fun, keep the gun underneath [?] muffler The gang trust her She wanted fam, a hundred grams that’s every ten minutes Kicks is vintage and them boogers dance BM driver, DM finder A bad bitch cause niggas mad they ain’t got to rhyme with an iller lineup A thousand words camera solo no assassin polo The only jumpman I stamp son is the Pun logo The Bronx bomber, some real energy now fuck your karma I’m the truest, real influenced nigga fuck [?] The Kingsbridge spitta, get rid of these wack niggas No felon, you keep it no telling, stay away from these rap niggas [Verse 4: [?]] Hey yo Feel like I’m desensitized I seen a lot of shit [?] I commit to put dollars inside my fists (Do he?) Snakes ain’t just in my cellar they live in my midst (I see them) See them niggas try to befriend me, smile and politic (Fuck outta here) But I’m a different breed, up my sleeves got a lot of tricks (Uh-huh) Know Imma get mine by any means, I’m an optimist Been a god shitting on top of this metropolis Street scholar I could teach colleges If you look deep inside my mind you’ll see smoke from a lot of piff Rhymes, money scams, finesses and ghetto hieroglyphs Been a big dog, you a microchip I get love all across the board, you flop cause they don’t like your shit (Fuck nigga) [Verse 5: Vic Spencer] Uh I’m like Clive Drexler in a Tesla (Fancy) No matter the weather I [?] like pleather Weak niggas, defeat niggas, while smoking three Swishers (Smoking) How the fuck y’all gon’ beat Victor? (Huh?) Your rhymes lighter than some flea-flickers You snort sand from the beach nigga How you wanna get slummed, from the hand or the feet nigga I’m with the super legend in a coupe with a beverage Smoking with the youth in a session They say I’m an ill nigga like Nas And they don’t know that I rap chip on my shoulder with scars I hold the weed hostage I hug the tree until I bleed gardens I’m overseas while I greet Martians (What up) Spicy turkey chili with pineapple chunks Uh, Imma aet regardless [Verse 5: [?]] Yeah Uh The words melting in the page Celtic with the fades energy pressing through the days Know she felt it through the [?] The images engraved [?] Know they switch up like a blade Gotta [?] to sustain Distant visits through the pain There’s no limits to the brain Take one minute to refrain [?] digits in the rain Quantum drift to a different lane This a different world but the shift the same She started to strip soon as she hit the ‘caine Niggas sleep and let ‘em keep the fame They stole my phone I fell asleep on the train Easy stain, blood squeaky and drained [?] see me again [Verse 6: [?]] Check Moves Still selling raw got drugs in the car Three or four broads with some razors in their jaw There’s really nothing, steaks on deck We gon’ steam you like a dumpling, the trap jumping Trampoline in the coffin, shooters heat you up While I eat a McMuffin I’m King Joffrey Catching stunts with the posse, undertaker for the paper Got a shovel for the haters, tombstone and it’s [?] Penny out the bottle I bet on myself I ain’t never play the lotto Plug named Carlos Duffel bag of Well’s Fargo bubble like soda My bitch in a thong and she watching Law & Order Nigga