S.N.O.R.T. (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[00:12.85] 'Chemist, Bojack
[00:13.76] G.I. back to that one-way
[00:17.12] Where we at with it? Uhh
[00:21.09] 227, Blockworks
[00:23.73] Let's get it
[00:30.85] I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah)
[00:34.14] Started with a diamond in the rough, just a lump of coal
[00:36.98] Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll up the pole
[00:39.93] Wipe a nigga nose, for his Rol' and them Buffalos
[00:42.82] Swiping custos, selling blows, running through them 'bows
[00:45.94] How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros
[00:48.90] I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah)
[00:51.78] Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows I need to move this load
[00:54.77] Shootin' through the O, on 75, set the cruise control
[00:57.62] It's moving too slow?
[00:58.83] Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drug store)
[01:01.02] It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose
[01:03.71] Every time it touch
[01:04.89] It put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game)
[01:06.81] No, this ain't Kweli, that was Hi-Tech in my juice I poured
[01:09.63] On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll
[01:12.87] I hit it with them ice chips and Ramen noodle bowls (Ugh)
[01:15.55] It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold
[01:18.72] The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come
[01:21.62] Yeah, us original
[01:23.28] Sincerely yours, Unfadeable Fred
[01:27.39] V12s, yeah
[01:28.30] Crime lord, it's the twank, yeah
[01:31.13] Ayo, VVS's super froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah)
[01:33.46] My uncle and his partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose
[01:36.46] And lately, I been curving groupie hoes but I get stupid chose
[01:39.59] 'Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl
[01:42.22] Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em
[01:43.88] 'Bout to toss that to Lord and them
[01:45.48] Fuck a whip, I need a space coupe
[01:46.66] We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!)
[01:48.23] Michael J. Fox jumping out the pot, Michael J. hops
[01:50.53] Fuck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop
[01:53.44] Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah)
[01:55.47] Seven-figure nigga still at the store
[01:56.95] While my groupie bitches eatin' Domino's
[01:58.59] And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's
[02:00.18] My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load
[02:01.43] I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr)
[02:03.06] Hit the County, I was in the hole
[02:04.40] With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours
[02:05.97] I'm checked in, vest in, big bunny rabbit don dada
[02:09.08] I remember when I seen a rapper
[02:10.21] Do a spot for 1-800-CRIMESTOPPERS
[02:12.07] I remember being on the run
[02:13.21] Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah)
[02:14.95] Crime lord, on Vice Lord, I'm the underground king, Godfather
[02:17.75] Nigga, what
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