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letra de garden - dillon mccluskey

[hook]
how you figure? how you figure?
i look in the mirror and i realize anybody can be a k!ller
finger on the trigger only thing on my mind is bustin’
i’m head hunting before they k!ll me over nothin’
so don’t push me ’cause i’m close to the, edge
i’m trying not to lose my, head
it’s like a jungle sometimes i feel like tarzan
came from the dirt now there’s snakes in my garden

[verse 1 – dillon mccluskey]
taking steps to get my head out of the water
walking under ladders makes me superst-tious
my intuition telling me money coming my way
and my palms been itching
i barley scratch the surface
i’m staring at these dead faces all day like a mortician
i get the sack gone like a magician
f-ck boy gone we need to omit him, forget him
your body is an exhibition, i trip like a expedition
game on lock like dent-tion, aye we the best
no opposition, this can’t be compet-tion
if one of us makes it then we’ll get our recognizance
free agents trying to sign like a pet-tion
ah, i’m rolling up like a patrician
smokin’ on that strong, roger clemens
definition of redefinition, if i want it then i gotta get it

[verse 2 – trapkingkai]
man i love the game, it love me back
when they blessed me with this gift, i don’t know how to react
now i’m about to attack, you n-gg-s starting to overreact
and say i’m not the same man i just stayed my lane (whoa)
but they don’t know, on the low i’m that n-gg-
i can fill a whole venue with hipsters and hood n-gg-s
all i do is smoke weed and mantain
k-y-d back up in your brain
so peep the synopsis, f-ck with me and get a dropkick
i’m ralfer alston, streetballin’
learned that, from watching baller
and i learned to never trust a b-tch who flip the script like sadie hawkins
no boy meets world, n-gg- i been savage
the lyrical captain, back spazzing, how it happen?
style came a long way from that backpackin’
treez and we at it, n-gg- i’m back at it kid

[verse 3 – mac don]
i’m way beyond the most slept on
mc walking babylon, rewrite the book of psalms in crayons
24k my compet-tion spray on
taking no days off ’til my mama’s bills is payed off
sitting sideways in this ’97 civic, trolling my city
two girls with me, windows down blowing sticky
if you about putting that work you know where to hit me
for the time being, catch me in the bas-m-nt
changing up the flow, never get complacent
schoolin’ kids, got my eyes on the skies
sitting back mesmerized, switching lanes in dubai
visualizing vigilante with the vice grip
sit back and then i laugh
behind the tempos where home at
somebody point where the throne at
nevermind occupying the seat, i’ma own that
king midas where the chromosomes at (boy)

collecting cannibals inside my mental
-n-lyzing the world and lately it’s been suspenseful
uh i’m never gentle with the instrumentals
like a beast, i feast on ’em
leave ’em dis-ssembled, never to be rekindled
from the ville but the blocks hot as miami
keeping it real but people faking round me
yo my clique’s appeal is poppin’ when we around g
aye i came to k!ll like jason swingin’ machete
abstract quarterback, throwing thrax on the track
hustle hard, roll a spliff, from the sack, and relax
smoking sticky icky through the city ’til my lungs collapse
every puff strong as a hit from a slugger bat
louis v to be exact, hold it down where i’m at
my people’s got the indo selling quarters in the cul-de-sac
need that? they like jimmy john’s, you get it asap
i’m a rat trap on every beat, f-ck who say i can’t snap

- dillon mccluskey

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