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Eazy Mac & Cal Scruby
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I know you listen every project Never get the concept Content too complex, too conscious Converse context too much to process All you do is talk sh*t Yeah It's Eazy, young Frank Sinatra My car self parks while I drink a vodka My weed comes from space, you can taste the star dust I will always win is my favorite mantra (Yeah-yeah-yeah) You should never play with monsters You'll end up in a lake or a basement locker What's on my plate? Steak and eggs and lobsters What's on this plate? Some amazing pasta So much food on my chinny-chin-chin They get in a bad mood when I'm winning-win-win (Yeah) Sad news for you kiddy-kid-kids Thinking that you can't lose now it's really grim-grim Thinking that you're Swae Lee but you're really Slim Jim Or JayZ but you're really his kids You're not a boss, I designed the business You can suck my c*ck I reply to b*t*hes, and When you see the size of this d**k It's scientific, not science-fiction It can touch the clouds yeah the sky's the limits Plus it's good for you like a vitamin is (Yeah) They all know I'm high and different (Yeah-yeah) Never had to try to fit in (No-no) Raised by Family Guy and Simpsons (Wait) Wayfair told me buy this infant Woah-woah-woah-woah, don't go there Nose hairs burned down from the coke shared With a groupie in Saint Louis, now we're both staring (Yeah) Out the window without blinking, thinking thinking, thinking (Think) All these little pills keep on falling on me (Whoa) Pick 'em up nice and then call the lobby (We need more sprite and halal salami) Lay down now, eat my sausage mommy, ahh The money, the power, the gold (The gold) I've come to devour the vault (The vault) Roll with a pack of the wolves (The wolves) You do not matter the most (No) All of my enemies hoes (Hoes) We make 'em ghosts (Ghosts) Slay them like David with stones (Stones) Get in the spaceship and psew Off we go as the rocky roads The road get rocky, running out of coffee, blow, and Vyvanse By chance can you spot me though? Until my soul gets sold, I'll be awfully broke There's a moral to the story that cannot be told About the ones on top, how they copied flows From the rapper that's hot in the spot below I'll take anybody beef, make a sloppy joe Okay, take another look at the menu Never sold out but I sell out the venue Bottom of the pill bottle tell what I've been through So every day, I wonder if I wanna continue B*t*hes on my telephone tell me to send n***s I can't now, I'm playing Nintendo with ten dudes And I'm off of the benzo My friend Drew's dad got a stash like Gardner Minshew Long hair looking like a p*** star now I could prolly get a foreign car now just to make 'em say wow Cal really got his sh*t together Least a f**king drug addict but he's rich forever And it's crazy, his car got crimson leather He got customs plates, they let him pick the letters He got a d**k implant, the bigger the better The only girl he can fit in like six foot seven, man look I know you listen every project Never get the concept Content too complex, too conscious Converse context too much to process All you do is talk sh*t, little b*t*h
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