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My vision gold
Bitch it’s no filter when I’m in the cove
In the grove, bird bitches tripping like they pigeon toed
Been dope, ya hoe suck dick under mistletoe
Rich or poor
The pen gon explode on ya kinfolk
These men broke
Holy moly Lone goin for 10 in a row
The work ethic show when I’m at home
Blowing bowls, only role I need hold is the goat
Rode a boat into the sunset while smokin the dope
Tokin afloat
Potions potent, slow motion I roll
Folders’ll show golden quotes in the songs
Dosing the Lucy
Press record on a score to a movie
Man the loose leafs looking like a script to a new sequel
I move equal to a viper, dude, peep the features
Bitch you move equal to a snake and that’s a smooth creature
Flew deeper
You gatekeep like zookeepers
Brew ether
Cooking this crack, you need to do research
At night I walk along the beach wit my bitch
Chiefing the piff
You incels need an assist
Pleading the fifth
Never speak unless it’s me on the mix
Fanon dropping bombs just for me to heat to a crisp
Bitch
It’s smoke & mirrors then the rental van bend
Fan the fire, blow the sears, fuck the fear of revenge
Ran ten miles now the plan to do a extra ten
Press the weapon in his head and tell him press me again
I’m only here to make ya mental transcend
Pan the lens in the camera, Lync the man to ban trends
Hand the pencil to the band members
Watch the way they scatter embers on the edge of the lands end
Lost in thought
In life I’m just playing my part
Smoke darts on a walk in the park
Chalk art
My flaws all a part of the cost
Become a boss
Get lost in the teachings I taught
Yea
Reaching up just to see a star
You Freezing up like a 2 liter sitting on the seat on the car
In December, smoke sess, don’t remember
Rochester be the reason Lync droppin these embers
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Karma keep calling
Lucky penny finding
Peep the science man, the goal's to get Lone in ya sinus
More grinding
My only hope is ya flow dying
Don’t try it anymore muhfucka, you a minus I’m a plus
Roll the Dutch, pull the clutch, Lync applying force
Drive the porsche, folding up the bucks from the rhymes recorded
I’m the tortoise you the hare sleeping on the job
While I speed off and win the race just from ceasing to stop
Freeze the block, teeth cheesing for guap
Breathe pot in the vehicle, chiefin' reefer just to keep me in line
The trees lime, Lync the reason for crime
Kissin pink, you sipping drink and sniffing lines to get by
These piff highs get me in sync right
Admit one, permit son to enter, bent the pencil to Lync’s height
Ya friends fight and make up the next night
If someone wrong me I either forgive em then, or it’s forever on sight
Measuring heights just to treasure this flight
Levitation Lessons they came wit a blessing up in the skies
Feathers fly, my pleasure ain’t in severin' ties
But if guys gon go against me, you gon' reap all the odds
Peekin the blinds
I’m seeking out a piece of the pie
Free vibes
The mission is to ditch the fuckin scene of the crime
Bitch
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This blunt right here, it got me feeling bulletproof
Don’t pull cuz it shoot
The puff, puff, pass turned to 'poof, poof'
Move over, the smooth roller comin' thru thru thru
I been ghost cuz my mood been blue, but who’s who
I’m in a hot tub, the pot stuffed inside of the potluck
Drop love for drugs cuz they gon always prop me up
The psilocybin never enough
Need to do some time traveling and try to unravel life as it was
As it is, as it always exist
The matrix glitch quickly, fuck they comin' to get me from out of the sticks
Move swift
And never backtrack ya steps kid
Too many turn back when they feel they been bested
Invested enough of this energy for my next kin
Pressed when they don’t recognize they being tested
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Taking dabs, taking tabs of acid
Feeling passive
It’s blasphemous how they package this whack shit
The hat spin, magician told me "homie, it’s magic"
The last bitch that told me that ended up as a past bitch
They mass worship people not worthy
It’s more than being fans nowadays, people really try to copy ya life
Then play it off like they bout that life
That shit weird homie, go get a life
I mean your own tho
The old flow reincarnated into a smoke show
It's boatloads of dough incoming for running both tho
For Lone hoe, the gold medal champion for throwing blows
Dope leaf overdosing, smoking in the Poconos
The quest for truth go on forever ever ever ever
You lookin' at the best in the biz when it come to letters
Cheese feta
Summer breeze better than winter cold
Pinch me hoe, I need to wake up from this dream I been on
Right now
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Goin' Up [prod. Kypat*]
02:17
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Penny pinching it
Makin' sure my bases loaded, bro don’t trip again
Dojo living, no Master Sensei
Taught myself this pro conditioning
Don’t know how to make dough, then homie you’ll fold
This game not made for participants
I’m envisioning
What makes this clock tick and tick and tick again
Life keep moving forward, but "where’s the reward?" they say
Muhfucka we livin' it!
Strife keep people from scoring, but if you ignore it, then the shit go up in increments
Might get the liquor and pour it, light a Newport, then I discover what my feelings is
People been feeling and seeing the vision since Lemons Linens, bitch you know how I’m dealing it
Rose to the ceiling, Lone know how to make dough from his own shows, that’s serious
Broke and delirious, mold to the .44, but I won’t fold, no giving in
Nobody hearing him yet, but it’s only a matter of time before everyone feeling it
Everyone mirror the skill, but who really gon' go home and make sure these bitches all witness it
Bitch Ima finish him, final attack always super effective
I’m finna get reckless, protection won’t do shit
I move wit the steppers, it’s effortless when they diminishing
He lookin thirsty, replenish him
Then we go duck off the premises
Promise the premise of this story is to make glory by fuckin the game up wit sentences
Shoot out the stars bitch
She boot up when I’m in the car
Lil shawty a star bitch
Breaking down packs of this weed to put in a cigar
We moving the bar bitch
You making it seem like you don’t even move far
We shoot for the stars bitch
Making sure my plate clean, the grease and all
Shoot out the stars bitch
She boot up when I’m in the car
Lil shawty a star bitch
Breaking down packs of this weed to put in a cigar
We moving the bar bitch
You making it seem like you don’t even move far
We shoot for the stars bitch
Making sure my plate clean, the grease and all
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That one perfume just intoxicate me
Bitch you bad, bitch you know what you doing, don’t take me
Every inch you get closer, feel the world get further
Piff burner, shit, she everything I ever would need
Yo
We go on night adventures every night
Switching the plight
Feel like a dream when we seeing these sights together
We skateboarding on the lake in the late night
And spray painting statements on a bridge near the gravesite
That’s all me
My favorite thing to realize
Is that when you are here wit me I’m the only one that can see your eyes
Hear your cries
Under the moonlight feeling sublime
Dismissing other bitches cuz it’s you on my mind
You hear me?
We walk and talk and spark on top of the parking garage
Look in my face and it look like I just saw a mirage
The night is right, look at the city from all the highest heights
The flyest nights wit my lil shawty, rockin her flyest nikes
Disregard the bitches I been thru
Cuz girl when I met you, I ain’t know I’d be over my head soon
At peace when I’m in bed laying round you
I love how I could make you cum a hundred times and you still want round 2
I wake up wit you and I’m feeling right
Usually I’d dip in the morning but I’m so glad that I stayed the night
Savor this feeling for my whole life
Its a shame you gone, but if I learned one thing
Is that’s life
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I see this life thru a purple lens
The Benz swerving, they mentioning this murder murder to all they friends
Peep the pen
Obsolete to trends, making ends meet to flee the continent
I’m tryna see across the Red Sea
Gleam wit no neck piece
Arrest me? Preachers deadly to a open mind
From the altar, bitch they breaking all the levees
The mission is to live inside ya brain but the rent free
Homie think he lit, but he could never turn the crowd against me
The zen reacher, gems seeping over the brim
Sending hate messages to my demons
Need to tell em no
Fuck the bench seat, I need to steal the show
Metacritic album reviews, a benji be the goal
Reaching in my pocket for dro, the profit show
Pocket low amounts from rap, but I’m grinding fasho
Problems eventually go
Chronic mixed up wit psilocybin feel the pride in the glow
The pine box polished solid for my foes
Tropical flows, you never seen this weather on the coast
Never better, this pest turned to goat, Merlot
The cone in my hand surely burn slow
The fur coat was inverted, furnish scurvy shit for the hoes
I might have me a night tonight
But then again, I might stay in and keep conditioning my sights tonight
It’s Eiffel-like, the zeitgeist heist shine bright in the sky like Rihanna diamonds
Beat on a beat cuz you know the rhymes supplying
Might be dying, but I’m too distracted by the writing science
Bite the bias, fuck opinions, man yall is not my clients
No appliance other than when I apply the force of shamans
Morph the driest beats wit the art of rhyming
Bought assignments, scribbled on all these pages to form a strong alliance
Born a pilot, never descending, fix up the form and fly it
Talk to psychics
My 5 senses start multiplying
These dudes can’t sit still, they pick the kids meal
These stigmatism magicians barely spinning the pinwheel
I been real, you pussies ain’t even in the windshield
I been shielded, pissing off the foes, winning in skill
You getting lost drippin' in sauce, kick the exhaust
Start the car, Mars the destination we can explore
Drawing the sword, morph to war, whore it’s portions galore
Chloroform in the raw elixir, boy I’m flipping the score
I might be in the sky
Might be in the trees, the peach growing off leaves up high
Just keep me in mind
Just keep me in mind
I might be in the sky
Might be in the trees, the peach growing off leaves up high
Just keep me in mind
Just keep me in mind
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Spiritual lightning striking when you least expect it
Peaches in the bowl, peace of mind defeat the hugest weapon
Mess wit destiny, you rest in peace and don't get resurrected
Remember that miracle you wished for could be your death wish
This life come wit one try, I’m one guy
Tryna make this one life the best one life that one guy could provide
Supply vibes others can’t, make em shake inside
Pacing by the room adjacent to the place where they reside
I know in time I’ll get the chance to say I told em so
But I ain’t rushing shit, this spliff gettin me comatose
The motorboat how fast I go
Only your homies know you slow as shit, but it’s obvious you ain’t on the totem pole
Sgt. Pepper on my speed dial
Loving this beach breeze, deflect all the negatives with ease now
Fuck a prerelease stunt, I’ll release now
Surprise drop and still fuck up this whole scene’s sound
You never know the vibe when my MO and smoke combine
I’m dosing psilocybin, never dozing, fuck it, never dying
Never trying to fuck wit anyone, but they take to heart what I supply when writing the lines
I’m just makin art so freely
You bozo’s never could defeat me
Reaching maximum potential wit the pencil, shit get beastly
Dweebs watching features on TV
I’m doing the shit that you see on TV while chiefing on seaweed
I’m out in nature feeling placed
Bout my paper till the grave
Kill the opponents, bonus points if you hit em in the brain
Make they grave where they lay
I said
Make they grave where they lay
Pussy
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They know it’s Lone cuz he surrounded in mist
The mythic legend, flipping treasures, sprinkle grab in the spliff
The cliffs edge seem steeper on the edge of that bitch
My levitation lessons paid off, ascend to these hymns
Immensely devoted, try to write raps so that you know I wrote it
Overquote it, do what you gotta do to get over homie
Stole the key and fixed that shit inside a boulder homie
No one gon find it, they might try it, but we both know it’s hopeless
The mountain peak got a certain gleam to it
The skyline pink, every other dream lucid
Be stupid if you want, but I know you know the truth kid
Loose leaf paper getting lit up in this booth, bitch
It’s been your move for 10 minutes
You just gon sit in front of the board, or you finally gon try to win this?
My whole life been spittin it independent
Figured out a way to bend my biggest dreams into writtens
Roll piff inside the Bible, Lone blitzed upon arrival
Pulpits up on the altar deciding who’s a disciple
Fuck survival
I’m tryna get to the finals, not the trial
Turn the dial up all the way, this wave tidal
Hitting all ya vitals, send you in a spiral, instincts is primal
Just think and get in sync wit rivals
Drink vials of elixir, mix the liquid wit cryogenic methods of preservation so they sink in the bayou
Bitch
Thru all these drives and rides and smoke clouds
I wrote down each step of the journey and told crowds
We don’t know shit about this world we in
The earth it spin, but what is really happening?
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck does Lone know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking peace and reaching for space
Bitch
They know it’s Lync cuz he surrounded in smoke
The potions slowly start to kick in, mixed it up in the coke
The Trench coat black, so at night it look like a cloak
Been exposing all these posers tryna act like the goat
Intensely I wrote it, try to write raps so that you know I’m golden
Mold a coldish flow in motion picture form, I'm bout to show it
Roll the weed and put that shit inside a stogie homie
Police won’t try us, and if they do, shit I’ll light the bogey
The Newport lit, my new fort lit
Ya crew ain’t on shit, you too gone bitch
Just move on bitch
The booth ignite in fire when I step in the mix
The truth never gone show itself to a liar, so be legit
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck do I know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking truth so we could be saved
Thru all these drives and rides and smoke clouds
I wrote down each step of the journey and told crowds
We don’t know shit about this world we in
The earth it spin, but what is really happening?
You better make your moves without thinking
You gonna waste time contemplating about every decision
But what the fuck does Lone know anyway
I’m just a mere mortal seeking peace and reaching for space
Bitch
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Acid cigs need the buzz to gimme a lift
The bud get lit up in all forms, smoking the piff
I roll it quick, bitch, can’t afford to procrastinate
These bastards want cake
And "congratulations"
The town mayor ain’t proud of all the proclamations
The worst option sometimes is the safest
To twist words takes a heart of gold or a spaceship
Makeshift vision I world build wit patience
Keep waiting …
That’s what they all say
But what about if I decide to do this shit and take the long way
The way where I do it myself and make it worth the hard days
The way where I’m writing on top the rock in the hard place
Man you never know what could happen
That’s why I always say "you never know homie" fore I start rappin'
Start trapping for this quick cash or you could start rappin'
Most don’t wanna put in the work ethic to get it crackin tho
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This my heel turn, smoking to feel me a burn
The unspoken always come to fruition bitch
Don’t be a bird
If they burn me when I die, steal the urn
Peel the whip out, and scatter my ashes around the city where I get down
That’s Rochester
Round the corner where they pop hecklers
Ride specially tinted vehicles while I dodge death
Light the sess up while checkin off my checklist of tasks
Bitch get ya bread up, this rap shit the reason I don't rest
Feeling vexed, the pressure points on me could never be pressed
This life a test but shit could also be the best if you make it that
This shit could also be the best if you make it that
Pay the tax what they suggest
So they could make it back
Face the facts, we all the rats, and they gon race the rats
Knowledge of self make the world unfold
But I'm still here smoking bowls on bowls on bowls
Knowledge of self make the world unfold
But I'm still here smoking bowls on bowls on bowls
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Hands off the wheel, ain’t no cruise control either
Whip it with my knees, the vehicle go 80 down the street
I’m in predicaments, predicting to win, pacing the heat
This evil mission ain’t commissioned from him, bitch this shit from me
The Plot Thickens CD in the V
Slid the disc in next to Acid Jazz, the pastor passed the chalice to me
Balancing free wit dope music be a challenge to keep
But I’d rather they hear this shit then go broke just tryna see
See
Coat hoodie beanie I could never go wrong
Cozy clothes in the winter snow at least I won’t be for long
Tokin the bong, frozen solid
Sword polish the stone
Sharpen the blade, march in place, soldier follow me home
Bottles be gone off one swallow, wallow oddly to flows
Throttle be full, posture never hunched over, lunch for the soul
Punch and roll
Punch and roll
Take the punches as they roll
You’ll never get hungry from being full
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On the walk home, the trees start to morph into art forms
Bought 4 loosies at the store, now I’m smokin' a raw
Float far
The goal's to get Lone in the stars
Gold chains don’t define who you are
Yea
Flying over the craters until the vapor gone
Play the song until these tastemakers all play along
Smoking at daybreak, you know I’m blazin strong
Know the motion, look both ways before you wade across
The water Voss
THC oil in the sauce, feeling lost, when the weed hit, I cough
Peace to the gods
Wherever Lone go, he receiving applause
The peace offering was clearly a farse
Paper long, the Lake is calm, my brain gone, bake the bong
Formulating these capers, ya fate is in my palm
The way I showed em was wrong
Never ask the enemy for directions unless you ready to bomb, bitch
The velvet robe fit so slick
My eldest homies showed me the way to go since I was a kid
Dosing the 'cid, hit the peak, then I’m smokin' a cig
I’m going in, tryna Show all my foes who Lone is
The way you flow, shit hopeless
Portraying personas you don’t live up to, I'm abducting the globe bitch
Ya skin thin like you a locust
I’m always tryna tell em man, the motion sickness come wit the boat trip
Stoned blowing explosives
Overflowing dope, peep the smoke, causin hella commotion, yea
The pen in motion, been approaching opponents,
Spoke omens for a quota, now they quoting the omens
Bitch
Fuck the world
This life only swine and pearls
Feel divine as a line unfurl
Rhymes twirl
I say it straight, you doing ya curls
Girls used to mean the world to me, my vision was swirled
Bitch
Fuck ya feelings
I used to ride shotty for dealings
Rose up til I bust thru the ceiling
Trust healing
Good luck just a way to conceal it
You really wanna get up, you gotta rush to steal it
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November nights turn December frights
Plenty lights shining on this Lone soul, but they hella bright
Sell it right, never spend ya life tryna bend the price
Pen the right words in the verse when the pencil write
Approach me for advice, I'll prolly tell ya "get in tune with yourself and you gon be ight", yea
That’s the mantra, I sponsor these gonzo’s and ganja
Ya honcho get Pop Smoke'd and stomped up
The Benz blanco
Commence a wave, they need a poncho
These pawns only stay till the shop closed
You loitering, I’m hittin' potholes
Swerving this cab down University Ave till a pop blow the tire out
Tired of trying, I might confide in doubt
Tryna prove my worth to the team, but I ain’t trying out
You stay inside the house, whining till ya time is out
I stay outside for the cash, supplying for a drought
Furthermore, I burn a Raw and float above the surface
I’m dying trying to get it, peace to those who purchase
But if you stream it for free, I ain’t mad tho
Cuz to this very day, I got the opposite of mad dough
The black hole of being mad broke
Cam said if you can’t find a way to get it than you worthless, so I stack more
Ya lasso is slack rope
Man tryna be god and then get tight when he not
How you bouta get mad bro?
This Maslow hierarchy is facts doe
You can’t go and skip all the steps, you just a average joe
They giving you the pity smile like a bad joke
Still dipping out for a cigarette when it’s mad cold
You know the MO
Hear the tempo and you get the memo
Rolling this endo into extendos
Fuck a demo
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