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(This Is A Certified Hood Classic) (Trap-a-Holics Real Trap Shit) Pushing all the daises I′m fading Im in the fucking woods Smoking on some woods Yeah bitch I really really wish I could Propaganda You can't understand and Open up yo eyes and watch the camera All of us abandon All this shit was planned and Dead man dead soul All of me has gone so low Reframe myself from meeting All y′all fuckin stupid little hoes Calling for the wretched plague Watch the roaches eat your brains I am not the one to blame You should be a fucking shamed Climbing to the very top Bitch you know I'm on the run On the run I bring the blood I Bring the dead I bring the flood Came up out the fucking mud Rapping got me speaking tongues All hail to me yeah we the $CUM$ Don't wait for us we′ll fucking come Catching up all my fucking ranks Avenge to those who never cared I′ll kill you all without no fear The end for you is oh so near Picking up all my pieces VCherry I know you solo dolo But come and hop on dis shit We need to hear the plague of death (First of all) (Real Trap Shit) (Fuck you) First of all I never liked a soul Dreams of thumbing out my dope Switching up on all these hoes Im the king of self destruction woah I've called upon satan I prayed to him and asked him to fuckin save me Gods not really working now Need another way to change my motifs But fuck it keep on going No stop sign in sight Octagonal sign, judges me So run that bitch like it got pockets After all is said and done I′m fuckin broken That's for feds I′d rather fuckin die Then tryna live a life It ain't even about my words That′s just me churning in my urn At this point I'm at 6 blunts a day It's like im lost in a one person race So instead I′ll lean back in the Venenoza And I′ll rip me a fat blunt In 9th grade I could could barely roll it Now I been keeping up Apply as my girl full time blunt rolla But you know I got it going 10 minutes later Sparked the blunt Then we fuck All I want is a Millie hoe