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letra de faded - nine ra

nine ra…seven fifty-seven smoker…

faded! smoking with my trues in virginia. / faded! dodge the boys in blues in virginia. / faded! mobbing with my crews in virginia. / hampton, norfolk, newport news, in virginia

got a lighter take a bic for them four, five hits. / come with me and take a trip to the store right quick. / see the 7-eleven they whack -ss, drove past. / go to the corner store cuz the black man owns that. / keep the money in the community, and know this quote. / buy the cigarillo plus you would need a calypso. / now we start to move like our muscles have been in atrophy. / and actually we pack the weed sack in the dm natural leaf / plastic wrappers. we catch a peak, looking above the dash and see. / the boys on patrol but thank god them police ain’t flashing me. / maybe the car wasn’t a safe bet, they sweat /even just by living it’s like they think that we a threat. / so we gotta dismount, just bounce, discount /t o the fact i acquiesce the pigs are winning this round. / but they fake as h-ll, n-gg-. ride in they gazelle, n-gg-. / meaning impala they follow, then i break a cell, n-gg-. / that means hide weed where my toes is. / and i keep my pair in sight, get it? trichinosis. / sickest focus improve when my n-gg-s blow this. / now we gotta find a safe spot so we can roll this. / where they don’t notice, maybe in a hallway / apartment building, no one home and i be in here all day. / gotta be quiet no speaking with a fellow rapper. / take the dutch and the sack out the cigarillo wrapper

faded! dodge the boys in blues in virginia. / faded! mobbing with my crews in virginia. / hampton, norfolk, newport news, in virginia

swear to god this stale -ss rello don’t crack. / shit is ancient like the kemetic temples at karnak. / lick it down the middle like the predictable way to eat puss. / that’s why b-tches turn dyk-. cuz y’all n-gg-s weak f-cks. / somebody with nails i need your partic-p-tion. / split dutch, spill guts like evisceration. / paper getting damp like a b-tch that c-m when it’s good. / spit is like glue flicking shit with tongue, it sticks good. / cannabis sativa rolled up in the leaf natural. / why your kid on ritalin and you believe adderall? / man you know your kid don’t need no special education. / that ain’t nothing but a modern-day segregation. / used to’ get kicked out of cl-ss almost every single day / but my i.q. one fifty n-gg- anyway. / ain’t better than getting a little -ss with the blunt. / nothing better than hitting a little gr-ss with the c-nt. / she got throat sk!lls. hoes had to sing while they blow kings, / pouring codeine promethazine while they blow green. / broke needs proceeds mostly to go see / dealers just to cop the california and the slow lean. / blackberry kush, like it’s named for the phone. / even got obama kush like the plane with the drone. / bomb weed, sierra mist mixed with calypso. / purple like the color of the codeine that we sip slow

faded! dodge the boys in blues in virginia. / faded! mobbing with my crews in virginia. / hampton, norfolk, newport news, in virginia

got a red cornea looking like curry up in eye / lids low, warning ya look like a hurry up and buy. / shit’s slow motion like the camera when he pull a stunt. / one twenty-eighth light the gram up when he roll a blunt. / you don’t even gotta let lips touch paper / hot box hold it in and mix much vapor. / top notch dro smoke breathing in more, / p-ssed in a circle’ like we n-gg-s that believe in a cult. / so then use the potential of lung capacity efficient pull, / using the end she’ll then tongue the cavity while pushing dro / down into the windpipe. smoking with a thin dyk- / asking me about my past life and what it been like. / just another cannabis party how i spend nights. / you ain’t putting in then n-gg- you ain’t got an invite. / fake gestures like “do you need a light, bruh?” / n-gg-s trying to add heads to it like a hydra. / it ain’t no free rides, when it come to my drugs. / plus shit is mad tight, bruh, like it’s lycra. / never do no other drugs, them inhibit my ambition. / never put no poison in my body like a dietician. / message i deliver when i’m high up like a flying pigeon. / black olmec like i originated mayan vision. / speaking when i’m high and making you more conscious. / smoke a blunt and watching dr. umar johnson

- nine ra

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