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Personal Matters
01:47
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Aye time, mind yo business
Dropped an EP of Lions9 in time for Christmas
Y’all the witness; I’m about to work out so call up fitness 19
And get you a membership and workout with me
Whadup Alex!
(Jaymi, you give so much wood you look like a pallet)
Yeah man, whatever you said
(It’s just funny to me how it’s all over your head)
I’m tired of these overly fed mothafuckas
Talking about how I’m dead mothafucka
Where is the bread mothafucka?
You heard what I said so get up and do it
If you’re talking to me then you’re under influence
Say when to use it
I’m talking this music
I’m deck with bars
Get crunk or chill and get up and charge & rage it
Triple C in effect so go & display it
If you come to my show
So I’m letting you know
If I am too drunk then gimme some blow
Any meenie miney moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
Now I got a tighter ho
You are just a writer though
And I am better like poetry
Get up on every beat even if I am solely on it all by myself
Stay good for my health
And build up my wealth
Until I need help
Cause I’m stuck in my mental
It’s just a studio but to us it’s a temple
You is a rental
And I’m giving my life for the day that’s judgmental
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Lions9
02:09
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I’ll go in a lion’s den called Lions9
Officially October 21st 2015 so I’m defying time
It’s back to the future
Come back with a pack and hit the streets like I’m Lucifer
A newcomer
Executioner
More stormy than Jupiter
I got a story to tell, to your ears I’m a burglar
A beat is a swell so I am like tubular
Let’s go surfing in the sands of time
So music I’m birthing
And use it for morphing
I am just starving
So gimme every beat
I don’t need to know you or even ever meet
But that would defeat the purpose
In the race I’m a rabbit disguised as a tortoise
I guess you can say I’m a secret agent man
So I guess you can say I rock ray bands and dead clocks
That I use as a wrist watch
Then shit talk till pissed off
The mist hot
My lips locked
So y’all can just kiss off
You violent femme wannabe
So I’m high as a kite and I just might stop to check you out
But really I’m higher than I high, and I know why. I guess I’m flexing now
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Vapors
02:59
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Fall back like I’m saving time
Got an hour to be here so save the wine
And crush the grapes
I got luscious fakes that love to hate
I almost had a scare so I wear a glove to mate
State of rhymes Cali
State of mind like Towely
Take me to Maui smoking on Maui
Rolling on Molly, got me all jolly
So now I’m Saint Nick
And all you other mall Santa’s ain’t shit
Where is the paint at? Let’s paint the town red
Don’t blink where the bank at before I kill it dead
With gluttony and the ATM’s are mouth
I’m hustling so they take me down south
What’s up with these girl’s ready to suck and swallow?
Stuck in their heads so you can say they all wallow
They look forward to me like I am tomorrow
I’ll never be hollow while they are a bird wing
When I hit the block you can hear all them birds sing
You’re just a bird brain while I’m getting more brain
Smarter by the minute
And I be like a menace
So you can call me Denise
In the game like it’s tennis
Life is beach so I call is Venice…
I wanna help till the sun is hot we all just melt
There’s a championship belt with whatever I dealt
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Redeem Yourself
02:36
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Grace notes on a beat like a paradiddle
You think you’re big on the street, but you’re very little
And about your people, they’re a little upset
Don’t regret to forget
While I find some pussy and get it more wet
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I need to get high so I got a bong with me
They living for robbery
Why do they talk to me?
And why do I talk back? I should ignore them
But they don’t wanna listen so I should implore em
Where is a thorn? Like I got a rose
When we will morn till our fallen have rose?
Or risen
I’m so hot that I’m sizzling
You can hear when you listen
That I got a vision
Like drugs are division
I’m taking over
Repping a clover
Red rover red rover!
Send Jaymi on over
Cause hip-hop needs me
Datpiffs a buffet so I make em feed me
Lead me to the front of the line
I’m so tired when they ask me to front em a line
Don’t fuck with my time
To serve you a dime
Gimme a lime
And corona & send me to work
I feel like a loaner going berserk
Where is my dirt? I wanna be buried
But up to my neck so it ain’t real scary
Where is my Mary?
So we can get married
Trust the green fairy
To lead you so carefree
I just smoked a Jeffery
I’m feeling so deadly
While you’re looking deathly
Sick would describe me
I feel like superman would never even find me
In a game of hide-n-seek
X-ray vision, but to me that shit’s weak
I need a week to be at the studio
Bring that shit around like it is a hula-hoop
I’ll practice voodoo
You have no idea
Like my doll is so real
And I got pins to stick you
I’ll flip you
You trick you
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Green Finguhz
02:43
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I got green fingers. Green fingers…
Dr. Green like the beats are some plants & I let the smell linger
You krill I’m a whale
In a tale of two cites I’m Charles Dickies bitch
Getting richer & got bitches, got haters who snitch
They act like a leech & say that they need you
Stressing so much my hair might recede you
So I give it a scratch & make it grow back with my green fingers…
If you think I ain’t fly then I’ll give you the bird with my finger…
Shout out to Cali cause home is where the heart is
And as I’m doing these laps imma know where I started
Dearly departed, I’ll see you on the track
If you’re not first you’re last, and that is a fact
My lack of acceptance is bigger than Texas
I am like check this
I will just wreck this
Make it as I take it to the bakery
It’s time to monetize & get some bread out it
I ain’t dead at it
I’m fed up with the fact it might take my soul
And like looking in the mirror I’m just letting you know
Don’t be letting me go
Keep a head on your shoulder
And a head in your folder
And do whatever I told ya
As I get older I feel like I’m smarter
My car isn’t dead; it’s in the shop for a starter
Spitting retarded like I do not have breaks
So don’t be getting me started
Forgive how I barter & whatever I take
Makes sense right?
I ain’t the type who’s just rapping
I’m sending a message and laughing in my head about it
And I highly doubt it that you even bout it
Flipping bitches like quarters
While they all record her
She’s down for the border
And thirsty for water
She’s thirsty for cock aye?
So it’s a bukkake
Make her squirt with my green fingers…
My team is my dream so I dream bigger…
Get my team bigger…
Writing light up ink gimme green fingers…
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