Emotional piano over Hip Hop drums with epic horns on the hook.
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blast from the past… I Look back at her Ass …. Cake on her rack stacked… Makes laughs last…
Pics of highs in higher times…. Chicks admire rhymes… Flyer full of dimes
Crook wit a book sneak I snook I think I got what takes to make ya look look ya in the face when I play wit your knife rookies make mistakes if that’s the case I just took your life bait the hook right I summon chumming give her a yank crank will make bank. Point blank my think tank ain’t blank draw a pic 1 minute.I took a good look at a real real good good llooking hooker look at the hooker Looking back at cook that cooked her crack life’s a trap some might sight seek something to keep. I speak flight I write brother type to take flight light lit my at the past her child’s wild as hell’s path burns just as fast as my pipe turns I take my time all the smoke I earn falls flat fast as a flash love for nature makes lashes slash at volcanic ashes pack my stash hack my axe blast my raps I last on track.