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Getting higher than my conscious
Thoughts get obnoxious
Thinking outside of the box I'm talking coffins
Fiends always lie for the rock that's a convict
Body outlined with the chalk fill your pocket
Feeling like a puppet when I'm trying rise above it
Wouldn't do this if I didn't love it never undercover
I'm the rudest when Im being smothered every other summer
Started rapping cause I'm troubled
Now I'm dancing with the devil
Make it happen on the double
Now I'm snapping on the trebel
Always travel with a shovel
Bury rappers on my level
All these cats come to cuddle
When I fuck an instrumental
Make it rain leave a puddle
I ain't getting sentimental
Cause I'm crazy kill my lazy
Visions hazy on the pedal
Feel like shady when my baby
Starts to hate me Imma rebel

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Hanibal
Member since June 23 2016

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