mass appeal (freestyle)

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lil 2 minute joint

rest in peace guru

its cold as shit in this booth

i got that mass appeal

i like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

i like my glasses filled

as if it has to spill

i give her vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill

i smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

they fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette

its somethin they never get

but fuck it i represent

so i don't kid around like i'm searchin for surrogates

with no effort i'm iller

they won't breath what i'm spittin'

i'm controlling the air

like a drizzy decision

i'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

lyrical pictures

they used to have a windowless vision

fuck it its mmg

ima cross of def poetry and potentry

i do it my way

mofuck' what ya'll say

and these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

enemies sleep

nigga eat with ya

talk to ya

walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya

my heart livin

got silver lining to soft women

and real niggas gone see they end before they see a limit

ambition

its a lot of people get it

and if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

lord knows that four door fit eight women

lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas

decathlon em

maccin' on em

black power range rover

mofuckin' mastodon 'em

the mask is on 'em like a catholic service

people be tellin' me i need me an african woman

i just bask in the moment

give my passion to no one

give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold em'

reputation is vital when you facin your rival

i'm from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

confused admirers go russel with bryant

i put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

mass appeal and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

i like my glasses full

as if my eyes is big

and fuck you don't look up to me

my girl is 5'6