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letra de takeoff - patrick antonian

i was born in the eighties during the crack era i kept it solid thru the years check the track record i’m back better than ever representing california where we like the weed sticky but not the weather. its the los angeles version of that grimy rap. rider till i die but born to fly through out the psyches map it’s not about the fame that matters so don’t trust the fake gold chain, big as a great dane, i got perfеct aim, and i sell packs of cocaine ass rappers stay in thе lines and lane ass rappers trust they lame ass rappers yea me and my boi ken we going in the opposite of that slow motion shout out to solider slim tho

smoke away the nightmares trust me i seen some major anxiety pick a pack from that doctor green thumb ugh it’s like ground hogs and every days a rerun we know where to get them real guns but not the chi from (energy) meditate in the sun rays thinking bout ten acres what it take to make paper break away from the haters and spectators keep the shooters on deck but still build with the brick layers a foundation of real players yea f-ck a move, we making movies now script is written by yours truly once was a man in a cadillac with a black tool they tried to pull me down learned a valuable lesson tho you can’t rule me out yea the coach providing the soundtrack to the wave hit the pavement and bounce back to the moon like the light pulse of a lasers sh-t we chilling amongst the stars teamed up with the beats and the bars we outer sp-ce wit it

- patrick antonian

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