Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet
Out of mind out of sight
Time ain't on her side
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Cause america the terror of,
Everything i wanted never seem so close
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Beaches of normandy.
Just let it chill joe
Return of the king of flow
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