Rare Paradigms

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[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]