Sarob. - Ursula. lyrics

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Sarob. - Ursula. lyrics

I've rocked knock offs since Bernie Madoff Motivated to the extreme since pops was laid off Work harder than overachievers with the demeanor Of something to prove till rough and dirty struggles are cleaner Love the fact I'm not a threat It makes success sweeter Sip sprite been a pint since my cups a liter Imma fight till the night when my grave is deeper Think I'm soft I'm making welt cuts like pipe cleaners Look at the sh** i've been through Can't lie started in the middle back in high school was cool Since then can't really tell what homies fake or they true So as far as friends I'm not adverse to ones that are new This like Roy Joey Jr. meets Muhammad Sarobali Float like bu*terflies sting like bees Yellow Jacket Yellow fever I think I got it My verse fly like vocals housed a million maggots Grew up and flew out Invasion crashing the luau Doing all it takes for rough edges to smooth out I think I'm cool now Lucky 7 like Lofton Cleveland Indian till they punt me deep in a coffin Coffin I'm Coughlin Giant cawing say I ain't sick but hear me coughing Coughin' I'm ill Aim to claw success just wondering what its costing Suave sarob at your soirée, swore i'm for those who lack toast You're like sherbet to my sorbet Too much high brow, left their faces wrinkled - grab the olay I'm over their heads like pomade These poems I recorded Done put me on with the Anglos Chain hang low to my danglo It's a shame but these dicks just a shave below (happy trails) square got the right angle oh Cross it off the bucket kangol Nickel-plated tongue, mickle tricks on the method and words sharp as his scissors Edward sharpe on the record A workshop for the simples, I wreck it rockin some leather A ruckus from uncle remus with rillos rolled on my dresser I'm tryin to get through this lecture ...I already said that Aww you rep the hood, n***a? tell me where you bled at Jean valjean n***a tell me where you bred at n***as rafer all stunned from the rhymes i dish don't get lost in sauce-rs Problem causer, black Geoffrey Chaucer, sh** I'm splittin a camel f**ing double entendres

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