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[verse 1: lukan rai$ey]
well, it’s the l to the r_a, i_dollar sign_e_y
ain’t pushin’ og five, they bros in they khakis and boggin’ no levis
they stuck in my ways, i’ve been grindin’ for paper
no time for the cl_ster b_tch, i’ve been a hater
f_ck what you about, how you real when you fakin’?
i came from the south where they robbin’ and blazin’
the federal agents try lock us and put us all up in the cuffs
though we ain’t done nothin’, they plottin’ to bust
the reason these snitches get popped without treason
you better believe it
oh, f_ck it, my og pulled up with the funk
a couple of hoes out there passin’ the yak
out there in the bucket ’til i caught the [?]
been holdin’ my patience
hey, f_ck it, they worried ’bout nothin’
been good with my [?]
been dippin’ and hustlin’ to get advanced
as most of you busters been plottin’ your hatred
my life ain’t that basic
i do what i do to provide for my fam
and [?] get too poor, braggin’ on my badge
used to push a coupe, and now i’m in a van
still i do my thang

[chorus: poetik]
and if you drink too much, man, you watch your dome
had a smoke, n_gga, watch your zone
i think it’s time for you to roll
’cause you could get caught slippin’ in these streets
watch your mouth, don’t say it, sh_t
me and my gs don’t play that sh_t
i’m a rapper that don’t wear that skinny jeans
if you know what i mean, man, that sh_t just ain’t for me
i rock khakis (ki_kis with the house slippers)
that’s me (with a [?], man, that’s [?])
rockin’ to the beat up on my drums
to the smoke up in my lungs
now who that next up on this song?
[verse 2: poetik]
represent your section
i got mine, i ain’t even gotta flex nothin’ on me
six_eighty_five o.g
i set the tone when i’m in them streets
like acetone when i rock them beats
vailima sippin’ it out the cup
chill my kobe, blazin’ it up
my face litted up, i’ll chip in the dub
on the next one, life or nectar
apia city, i represent ya
ain’t no way to play the game
unless i play it my own way
i’m hustlin’ and still blaze a track
keep it locked up like alcatraz
vital status, we ghetto, huh
breakin’ bread with that paper stack
day and night, i rock the mic, i’m out your sight
i’m ever iller than an afterlife
i smoke dope with the best of them, drink with the rest of them
spread out like a parasite
who got game, what? better say my name
tell the po_po better duck my aim
apia loco when i go insane and in out your brain

[chorus: poetik]
and if you drink too much, man, you watch your dome
had a smoke, n_gga, watch your zone
i think it’s time for you to roll
’cause you could get caught slippin’ in these streets
watch your mouth, don’t say it, sh_t
me and my gs don’t play that sh_t
i’m a rapper that don’t wear that skinny jeans
if you know what i mean, man, that sh_t just ain’t for me
i rock khakis (ki_kis with the house slippers)
that’s me (with a [?], man, that’s [?])
rockin’ to the beat up on my drums
to the smoke up in my lungs
now who that next up on this song?
[verse 3: puks obvs]
uh, yeah, if you tell me to hold it down
i got the flavour, they’ll pay me to go around
otara’s my hometown, i’m ready and willing to smack over any clown
you’re on a quarter pound
with the smoking either way or it’s gone in a month
even less than that, schoolin’ y’all usos that some sh_t that i left from an older cat
never holdin’ back, slow dippin’ through the neighbourhood with the windows down
sippin’ cognac, picked up a lotta game, hangin’ out at the laundromat
where your missus at? hold all the cars ’cause she wanna be where the rappers at
if she got the wandering eye, then what you expect when you chill in this habitat
buddha love in here, make the other one a smoke of the blunt
making me smoke, don’t smoke like a child
sh_t hits the fan, i’m poppin’ the trunk
pro club with my prints on the front
cover my khakis matching the chucks, brother, relax
you might feel my wrath, fakin’ the funk, you do the math
you’re just a punk, tell ’em, uce

[outro: poetik]
tell ’em like this
procla tee, khakis on with your chuck taylors
or with your [?] crystals and some clean_ass socks, keep it pimpin’
all you need after this is a vailima to blow, we out this motherf_cker, peace!

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