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letra de (illuminati) 20 - 600mg (prod. buckroll) - patrick henry griffin (jesus)

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(illuminati) 20 – 600mg (prod. buckroll)

beat title control dave east type

i said bet like i’m dueling with fans
three grand that’s just off of the gram
i sold grams but i’m off of the grams
i pop seroquel, six hundred milligrams
x2

bigger plan than biggie
when he made ready to die
this my life after death
but i’m not ready to die
mary jane my kryptonite
was getting me high
i pray that god guy got me
he watching from the sky

i put time in the streets
i increase my rep
went from way out west
to way out in budapest
buddha bless, who the best?
you thе best? no
i get so deprеssed
when i hear yo flow
you spit trash in your raps
did it all for the shows
they d-ckride you
but you got no quotes
every rap of yours
somebody else wrote
i can tell the real from the fake
no joke

batman moving on the low
got me tatted up
went to private school
i could count it with an abacus
mathematics on a stack
that’s ap calculus
i’m like ab-soul
pushing cds at magic disc

i deserve an album
with the alchemist
i just read the alchemist
bought my b-tch the alchemist
shout out to my exes
like i’m malcom b-tch
i go macadelic on a rap
they call me malcom b-tch
i just found my way out of
the labyrinth
jacked zeus for his lightning bolt
i’m percy jackson b-tch
you the jackson 4
i’m michael jackson b-tch
i just did my research on
chemicals like acid is

do it for the dogs
like mastiffes
go in like mathers did
hatchet b-tch
the shirt a mask ya b-tch
i mastered this
on datpiff b-tch
i’m past all of these rappers sh-t

i’m in it for the giggles and sh-ts
like pot brownies with laxatives
i’m on some massive future
mask off no tutor
had to ask a b-tch to let me
cut into her skin, cause i’m a tattooer
dragonhawk mast gun
mass shooter
past hooters
b-tches got they tits around my neck
they lack students
your better half ruined
i have ruined
a baker’s half dozen
i act stupid
just ask cupid

got the rubicks cube, a mac
ruger, at your dame, i’m that rudy
gulianni to mitt romney
i hack cubits
mad moody
i stack cooly
chris passed to me
chris mass music
i’m that rumin

i mean ruminate with a mad roman
my fans growing
i stack motion
i had potions
a hazmat, with the hash potent
my cash quotient
i’m past knowing
my past passed
every test you had showing

the past showing
my hand showing an ace
i can’t fold it
my hang over
in caesars palace
my gang lonely
805 the oceano
i stand in the ocean

devotion on cancelled shows
cause i can’t show em
handled blow and blammer
but i can’t blow em
i know i’m a scammer they can’t stand
to see my cash growing

i am knowing
i am grossing
my handles like anton randel
i can’t show em
i am in the moment
my manners emance
a man woke and i can’t joke

my ams on a track go
i attract hoes
but i can’t hold em
i can’t grope em
i can’t even say i can’t
because they stand closely

they keep hoping
i go off track like a train
in the d-mn ocean
i’m a mag lev but i’m not made in china
i am holy
the one and only they can’t clone me

i said bet like i’m dueling with fans
three grand that’s just off of the gram
i sold grams but i’m off of the grams
i pop seroquel, six hundred milligrams
x2

- patrick henry griffin jesus

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