Columbine Gang.
Get down till there's NO... ground to get under, to get underground, to get to the ground. Get the floor.
(verse 1)
Give up the law. Get up the wall. Climb that ladder. It happens to be what happens to be when you don't climax at a badder chick than the chick I had, and I called her average. Your average chick gets pissed at my existence, because I "make them hips switch." They go from pissed and ballistic at the nature of men, to being the ballistic hater. Spraying them. Talk the action. Different genders. Charles imagined this was #Splenda. Some shit to get down with. With a chick in mind... mind the distance, please. I mind my business. At ease. Happily free from all of these things. But married to a beat that isn't mine. Breaking it down. There's no spine. Time to love me sometimes, yeah.
(hook)
Greed is in effect!
Vanity is in effect!
How to *B* is in effect!
How to *C* is in effect!
Who's livin' it up?
(verse 2)
Aimed at no target. Bullets are hard because of speed. Sonic the Hedgehog. Looking across the streets, at everybody dead and gone. I'm blasting the glock, babe. Don't get mad. I want the top, hey. And if I'm not in your mouth, lyrically, I'ma be in your house spiritually. Fuck your couch because it mirrors me. It got ya ass all over it. Please don't sober the kid. Like I said, going ballistic when I'm holding the pistol, throwing a Kip at niggas. Kipps Bay! A grip away from showing you what mo's and even sicker and quicker. I dove in the liquor elixir. Implanted by Kendrick. Skip the generation to face me. Skip the penetration. Okay, b?
(hook)
Greed is in effect!
Vanity is in effect!
How to *B* is in effect!
How to *C* is in effect!
Who's livin' it up?
(verse 3)
The only nigga in the 'Hood getting stigmatas. God, I live proper. I live modest. I don't mind the pain. Can I get a little gain? You know, like Distortion. Empty out the game like Drano. All up in the sink with my Hell. I bring it to you well. And wash the dishes. Off ya noggin if you're talking shitznit. Awkward isn't it? The way I just stalk motherfuckers; leave 'em all in penmanship... of which existed. But not now. I been knocked down Donnie McClurkin. Get right back up, nigga. Tyson. Never been knocked out. Brawled a lot. I talked a whole lot of shit. But I go off the biscuit, nodding/sipping... how do you do it? Especially when the powder in the booth's what I'm missing. Make a difference. Make it a vibe. Make it a scripture. Make it in your own behind. Motherfuckers. 'Cause I own.
(hook)
Greed is in effect!
Vanity is in effect!
How to *B* is in effect!
How to *C* is in effect!
Who's livin' it up?
Shouts to 9th for making joints like this, where I can just get some pain off.
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