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(I don't know what to tell)\nI left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard\nI hope he don't crash tryna dash for it\nYour bitch fuckin' like, like I paid cash for it\nMotherfucker\nUh, it's young Fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan\nInnocence, voice of an angel, so many represent\nGetting lit, exquisite bitch, live from the Wimbledon\nStill sinning, it's Bill Clinton that's ill pimping\nShe butt naked swimming, I'm paying her no attention\nWorkaholic, got a TV show, I know you seen the crib\nNasty since a youngin', it's some sanitary birth\nWatch this beat get buried in a hearse, yeah, I kill myself\nMac Hippie, analog, rap, midi, turn the cameras off\nI made you snap and slap your bandana off\nYour bitch treat me like I'm Santa Claus\nMouth wide, I'm high as a satellite, see\nI'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite\nMac is mighty, got a bunch of whiteys acting like me\nI set the bar high\nThis a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde\nSided plaid pants, sit a hole in one on the par five\nEyes closed, drink a whiskey, let the car drive\nThese hoes thirsty, see the dick and they lordrive\nNever gave a dollar to the pastor\nThe hoes can't get inside my home without the password\nMy past worth was measured by those who got less than now\nSafe to say you motherfuckers know you like my style\nPaved the way for they newfound vision\nNow they mad that a nigga call me dad when you greet your boy\nNever one for trippin' find me full speed sprintin'\nWhile they yellin' cold chain\nPlease tell me what it is and what it ain't\nNiggas snifflin', catchin' feelings while I'm laughin' to the bank\nChasin' bitches that they'll probably never get, what a shame\nMeanwhile, I'll be sittin' in this critical acclaim\nWalkin' drowsy off a plane, drinkin' water in the rain\nWith your daughter, tryna garnish your brain\nFor future reference, I'm some shit you never see in the game\n\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.96] Yeah, Shaw\n[00:10.66] Nigga\n[00:13.41] Catch me on a drunk night, throwin' up a dirt bike\n[00:16.23] Angle Stikes on the back and they screamin' \"Fuck Life\"\n[00:20.10] To be honest, only fucked twice\n[00:21.98] My drunk jacket got the thug stripes\n[00:24.45] I'm glad they hate me, they ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan neither\n[00:28.21] Dip my blunts in Ether, chased the last name of Aretha\n[00:30.48] When they hear me through the speakers, man, these niggas know I mean it\n[00:34.66] The mannerisms of a genius, models down the scenic\n[00:37.76] The flow is scenic\n[00:39.36] The hoe is black, the car was European\n[00:41.87] Cream soda where we put the lean in\n[00:44.20] Fuck your team, your clique whatever you bangin'\n[00:46.71] I come through blunt-lit, fuck it, lil' nuts hangin'\n[00:49.44] Like, \"Nigga, what?\"\n[00:50.64] Nigga, yop, you niggas know me\n[00:53.31] I'm fuckin' dollar\n[00:54.75] Crossed to the dark side, so it's fuck Obi Kenobi\n[00:57.32] You active, motherfucka then show me\n[00:59.47] I'll tell your fuckin' wife to blow me\n[01:01.95] Nigga, it's still fuck you\n[01:06.04] It's still fuck you\n[01:15.23] Still searching for Easter pink on Easter Sunday\n[01:18.09] Black Lip passed the herb and lit the herb and passed it your way\n[01:21.26] Master with the nouns and verbs you haven't heard the wordplay?\n[01:24.01] I'm the Mos Def here\n[01:25.96] Shouts to Black Dante\n[01:28.02] The stakes is high who'd like to climb up my gate\n[01:30.66] Live from the\n[01:32.16] Last name of Kanye\n[01:34.39] I heard you're whoopty whoopin' blizey blizey\n[01:36.79] So when I cut you off consider Kendrick Lamar\n[01:39.51] You know it's all in the family tree\n[01:41.70] The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E\n[01:44.91] What can I say? 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