Ha, okparty people doin' what i say
Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day
I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,
Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art
But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard
Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.
I swear i'll never call you bitch again
Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.
Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal
I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal
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