Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,
To all the frauds stop faking, relax
Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs
Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
Sell a dub mix some drugs
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids
I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines
And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs
This is the concrete
Claiming i rap like i'm street,
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
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