Lyrics
[Track Intro]
Welcome, to the Last Withdrawal
You have just entered the full spin-zone,
You gonna experience some side effects,
turn this sh** up, you gonna get some head aches from this music,
this will produce shakes, you will be
restless for more, all signs you better throw up now
'cause it's time to bring this sh** home
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[Chorus]
I Got Money yeah 'cause Damn I'm Hot
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya'll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, {{blow}} can't even blow my buzz
I Get Respect, yes, Damn I'm Hot,
When I spit ya chick is like Oh My God,
On Top, so ya'll wanna get close (to) my nuts,
but you, you can't even blow my buzz
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[Verse 1]
Enter the buildin', push open the clean glass,
sneak pass-erbys, lookin' thru a ski mask,
everybody hit the ground, better have knee pads,
robbin' this industry's weak acts of their deep cash,
they a speed trap, but my tires won't pop holes,
even if I hit a couple pot holes on the stop home,
too grown you can't slow me or mop flows,
you can feel the heat of the moment your top goes,
off, thrown,you better get far from the flame,
apartments a-blazed, sayin' I arsened the place,
then pardon my name, still got a garden to straight,
it's just hard without rain, put the Flowers in vase,
departin' Trace with another joint for your lips,
I don't like the bartendar, got coins for your tips,
no sh** ? yep, plus no b*** , no stress,
get tired of their lip 'least til the tongue rest,
I'm stressed by bad intentions and these well wishers,
who'd only throw coins at you to tell wishes,
a bunch of b*** es, wantin' my nose to stuff,
why? 'cause even when I'm high they wanna 'blow' my buzz,
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
I spit insane and invade your brain's divide,
the same you try, but nothin' spreads, your brain's benign,
So now these f** s wanna hate, fine,
I'm-a make wine if I keep hearin' through the grapevine,
throwin' dirt on my name, I got the lava soap,
F*** the foes! Rubbed the wrong way and lost the hold,
look close, ya'll don't grip heat like oven mitts,
and I aint a sucker, b*** , don't walk with puckered lips,
never kiss an ass, leave that to Aristocrats,
ya'll just a fad, I stay on top like Mrs Dash,
I'm still smokin', ya'll already nixxed the patch,
tired of snakes in disguise gotta clip the grass,
I'm back {word?} somethin' you thought wouldn't occur,
and I'm still the sh** ... for the lack of a better word,
ubsord, claim to serve the Curb like Larry David,
gettin' away with murder, thank a Perry Mason
face it you just out your mind, out your grasp,
and you talkin' out your side, out your ass,
the drought is past, better clap for the Ace high,
'cause even when I'm against all odds I shake dice
{right?}
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[Chorus]
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What up....I saw you on my boy Kid Low Key page so I came through to see whats up with ya....man....this sh** is fire right here...I love ya flow....kinda laid back...but it hits hard....you got swag to you man....This track is real real nice fam...The beat is hot...the lyrics are hotter, and the quality is perfect....