Let it go, feel free to free think,
feelings released through ink,
barely blink avoiding the cats who nearly drink ur juice when ur attention get weary, mind controls the body so let loose the tension looks scary,
this that 9. 5. Sound made for knocking ur heads,
brought back like cats rockin them dreds,
any block I'm poppin off on is locked, no stopin this head,
hop hop isn't dead, filthiest form I ain't washin my threads,
still watching my led clean up note pads kids hollerin go dad the only difference since befo dad existed,
lyrics still explicit I'm rio grande I flow bad,
n dirty as all hell y'all could tell so already u know that,
take it back to the days the one ways got sprayed,
sun rays made the blue paint brighten up the curb like bumbs got saved,
numb from liquor mixtures n dumb blazed,
19 fuckin blunts In one day, that's a record some say,
ayo D let's Go to ur hood and fuck up the trains, I know we suck its all good, just to throw up our names,
hit up CB n get up on some cane,
tell tones to spin Craig Mack while we spit up some flames,
the flavor ur ears want n crave,
I never once stayed sober for over 96 months straight,
my lungs gray n thumbs plain,
no prints from holdin roaches with no clips,
the only time I throw fits, is when I struggle to get between the bubbles n doe gets low so I go get,
it's not all about the cheese for me more like I'm tryin ta feed some seeds that need good eats,
I used to bleed for peeps n it got me nowhere,
just a couple visits to the west side to realize I don't wanna go there,
but ain't feeling like life is no fair cuz shit is right Rollin in low gear.
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