They told me, be less vicious
My n***a what?
Diggin' ditches with deep diction
Two motherf**s, metal fork or MILF stickin'
One mother stuck my s** game so flow gifted
That's different strokes no strokes jokes, Gary Coleman
I terry the numb, the torment from this cold land
Chase the dough man, see a poor man
Never hold the whole hand
*Steal from a dome, feel a**ault at your whole hand?*
More demented than predicted
The bad seas sprung among a field of born Christians
I'm Moses as a baby, distract by a casket
Downside of the basket, chasing after this bad sh**
Pa** this, reminisce it, when you pa** piff
Blue dreams, seeing sad scenes from my last hit
Coupe n***as told me get they a** and they cash quick
Make profit for p**y and profit p**y and packaging
That might be some STD's pa**ed with it
n***a, keep it moving. Don't trust her pa** for sh**
Still, we stay real. No silicone in the syllables
Steady s**ing simple balls, sealed down by silly hoes
Navy seal in your phonebook, get your hoe took
See she psychotic in the closet, get your dome shook
Call it no look
Xali, no hook
I'm from the motherland, k**ing slave masters by my brothers hand
Let the slave beat ride n***a
The house servants whose purpose is just to hide triggers
All through the masters house when they ram shack
Feeling in the air, like a lick behind a gram sack
Broke dealers stuck up on the corner smoking half they owe
That addiction to deep hits taking half they soul
Xali, aggressive action
Soul flows so tactical
Chaotic invasion, we lack control
Mentally we pick cotton
This rebellion is an option
Cotton
Higher knowledge
Cotton kush for your conscious
Bart Simpson explicit with a nappy motherf**ing fade
Choked out from tucking J
Farmed out my f**ing brain
What a shame homies
My brain turns insane in the contained lonely
Couple n***as told me they gon' put it on me like Janoby
n***as reside where hoes be
One of you b**hes show me
Still waitin' my n***a