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Uh huh. Yeah. I was twisting up a stogie, listening to Moby. We might've been in class together, brother, you Don't know me. Twenty bells for these fours, I Slam it like Kobe. No legendary robbers, they been rapping like Road E. Four bill a week out in cuds, that's the Broke me. And just to leave my yard, a Few quid, you gotta quote me. Before I caught the COVID, more grab than Novi. Bagging up them rocks, I'm a star like Bon Jovi. Pray for the get back, they came back Holy. Whilst I was in my cell, you know, Whipping up some coldly. I'm Odin's son, big hammer I been toting. Or jump out the green and cut a nigga Like Loki. Told me she was driving, when she Left she was soaking. I pulled it in her gut and had her Dancing like Sophie. Sabrina or Sophie, Rochelle or Rosie. I bring 'em to the quarters then they just Another trophy. Just another itch on my back I Had to scratch off. Said I wouldn't hit, so When I did I had to dash off. How you chatting mess and you ain't tryna let Your mash off? Me, I don't need an accident To make a nigga crash off. It's tales from the trench, these nails for the Fence. First name on the sheet, but was raised By the bench. Obsessed with the streets, I fell In love with the stench. I spent my weekends selling doja out in Cench. Is what you said? Karma. Fast learner, slow drinker, slow burner. The niggas from my borough caught the most murders. Most texts I ever seen and the most burgers. You bring a phone on this ride, we can't Roll further. I never ran without a skully. You're running up your mouth, but you're running Outta money. They run up in your house, they Gon' run out with a tummy. Shit, I mean the belly, shotty pebbles have you Runny. She just come and go, but I love It when she coming. Pull it in her stomach Like the tapper had a run-in. Put 11 strikers on the pitch and have 'em Gunning. Put 11 matches in this box, The fire coming. Put me on the oats, Got them rappers feeling off. Turn a man a corpse, have him running out The Scorps. You ain't got a pattern in your Life, that's what I thought. And all that fly Shit up in the stores, that's what I bought.
Youngs Teflon, GRM Daily — Daily Duppy, Pt. 2
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