’88

[00:00 - 01:26]

(intro verse)

We giving more light to the bullshit
Than real hand claps, at the sight of a Martian
I’m stepping on necks, this the sight of extortion
Imported from the cancer, blowing smoke like a bull
They a Newport, we smoke em' on the walk after school
We gon' ash you the same, misguided a fool, baby

(Verse 2)

The Dunce is a poor man, a non factor
Someone gassed these niggas, they on the wrong chapter
Get to smoking em’ , bogies it’s nothing like cancer
Still these young ass rap dudes stale baggies
I can’t hack that nigga, I sing like brandy
Not the bitch, but I’m fine like the wine average
No shots no more, stomach won't thrash it
So what’s the standard if everyone like average?
You a dunce, he a clown, in a clone gathering
Double up, 88 like the skin fabric
From the east but run the field like I bleed Dallas
You boys damaged, here i am at home laughing
Used to take the shit personally, now i clog traffic
No more attachments! Misguided baby
Born to be a kin to the cancer that raised me
So we gon' ash you in honor if you plague me
Fuck that! Pay me !
Pussy niggas shaking, I hate this
The basis is stale , life’s tainted
I would kill his ass if he really wanna play here
Play pens for sons, pen pals for a fake bitch
Sending letters off, after weddings
Till i go and take your cool off nigga

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