Song: Pouches of tuna remix
Year: 2012
Viewed: 67 - Published at: 3 years ago

Tryna' take the lighter way
I'm just warming up like a night in may
They ask me why I write this way
Its cuz y'all behind, like a type delay
Rappers passing like it was mic relay
So I pick the microphone up & I run with it
Steadily stomping through couple minutes
Remarkably its remarked his flows flowing
They try to make it rain, when I got it snowing
That was all me, I'm xxl, 10 spots I'm taking 3
Tryna get this dough like a bakery
Eating croissants, foreign dough
I heard your shit befo, thats a borrowed flow
Its too late we already know, drown your sorrows tho
Cheese hit the grater, I mean exotic buds in the grinder
The tootie le fruity help me unwind like a fruit winder

Go hard till the end, & who gon stop us?
I'm with my crew we puffin product, the fruit the earth yields
As my eyes close, blowing thick smoke, I dream of green fields
Lush meadows, head from a spanish cheeca, named lupita, sunbathing sip a margarita
Fuck finita, few more grams sprinkled on the pizza, swimming trunks & wifebeaters
They say I'm too white for hip hop, too grimy for flip flops, fuck y'all when will this shit stop
Herb shuttles ready for take, like a splinter I break off, stroke the kitten, jerk chicken with the spices, I rhyme with tightness, deadly flow watch these biters, I don't make music for lames, roll the dice life a game, lamb brain, & champagne, its a damn shame, I gotta rub dirt on your campaign
Knife slice, blood stained the white nikes, gold glints in the white light, shawty dance in the night light, smoke pours out the window, the wind blows, the shadows dance, the night advance, the smoke enhance, euphoric readings, historic speaking, base the meat, won't face defeat, blaze the sweet, greenery, rose tinted scenery, ray ban lennons, selvedge denim, spit out the venom, mud on the air max, eating kosher on fair fax, tip the driver with the spare cash, deli meats douses in the honey sauce, look at pain the money cause, dirty cash like a buck in the exhaust, tryna go large like sumo, attacks with the judo, heart colder than pluto
I still relish at the sweet embrace, she forget those who beat her face, oxymoronic we rise up to a deeper place, I should finish there, but I'm a finish fair, the spindle spun, hotter than our single sun. the vinyl touch. the final cut. done. night young

( Lincoln hubble )
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