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[verse 1: yung sherif]
coming to my senses b-tch
you know where to find me
smokin’ on exotic woods
right next to kid ivy
extendo mags with glocks and clips
throwin’ up a flying knee
i stay robbin’, takin’ juggs
love to k!ll the police

[verse 2: kid ivy]
pull out my blade if i ever get carded
me and sherif we be goin’ r-t-rded
end of the road it ain’t really much farther
off of the sludge and the room gettin’ darker
did so much sh-t i could never forget it
book of the dead and b-tch i read it
cathy cesnik b-tch f-ck a reverend
ain’t gon die cus b-tch i’m the revenant

[verse 3: yung sherif]
i don’t trust my homies
won’t go like steve gomie
too big cannot throw me
pay up b-tch you owe me
sh-lls fall down from the beretta
i don’t care i’m doin’ better
just sit back and count this cheddar
mowed you down like a cheese grater
[verse 4: kid ivy]
i’m on the net and i’m smokin’ digital
drivin’ fast yeah f-ck the munic-p-l
cutter on me yeah plus hunnid critical
call up diogo and we gone get rid of you
gotta watch what you say
before your ass end up m-i-a
real deal slav so you know i keep a k
i know i be him i ain’t listenin to they

[bridge]
you’re all a bunch of assh0l-s
you know why?
you don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be

[verse 5: kid ivy]
text sherif like bro i think we next
sun came up and we ain’t get no rest
blood all over my pale chest
i think i see a ghost standing in the hallway
i think i’m boutta go k!ll in broad day
i know i love to sit home and decay
i’m boutta go and jugg some gas
call my brother like, “gang f-ck class”

[verse 6: yung sherif]
can’t pick up i’ll call you later
i fell down an escalator
smokin’ on exotics
think these carts are toxic
i’ll smoke that sh-t i bought it
cop that sh-t i flaunt it
message lobos for exotics
cyphing good up in the tropics
[verse 7: kid ivy]
cut my arms, decollate
way too gone, you can’t save
i’ma bifurcate the holy ones
with my blade
i can show you sh-t you cannot comprehend
no release it doesn’t end
bullet thru your eyes, ascend

[verse 8: yung sherif]
i can’t carry everybody
my back pain is chronic
my swag got me ill as f-ck
sh-t must be bubonic
livin’ my life gettin’ harder
me and the ocky we barter
get booked in the precinct for murder
screams in the night they blood curdle

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