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[Verse 1: KAS]
It’s the finisher, never met a minister
Killa to the brain then I’m never actin sinister
I’m wit the homies for a couple days straight
Used to host around 200, got a list at the gate shit
But nowadays it ain’t nothing but a baker’s dozen
If they coming, tell em bring a case and some j’s or something
What you playin cousin, fuck it I don’t plays myself
Well shit I would I just don’t wanna retrace myself
Cuz right now its been on to the next
Dropped that shit like a week and this the fifth fucking text
‘Who’s the best?’, shoutin ‘Who’s the best?’ Im’a kill em
Got my homies tracin steps, those my fucking rap children
Chillin, tell em check the villain, its legitimate
Wrote a couple songs, hit they crib, now they feelin it
[Hook: KAS]
We smoke one finna roll one, smoke one for the road unh
Smoke one finna roll one, smoke one for the road unh
We smoke one finna roll one, smoke one for the road unh
[Verse 2: KAS]
Stalled the tape 2 months for a feature
Fuck it I should go solo, no beseecher
Cuz stoners been lazy for days B
Got me sweatening em for weeks and that’s daily
I see the haze as it settles in my livin room
Cuz there ain’t no one getting up we just in a tomb
2 spittin rhymes, 2 playin fifa
1 passed out and another rollin reefer
Meanwhile this heretic, we been out in marakesh
Morocco but no hashish for my fellowship
Cuz fuck around and undercovers put you under covers
Just legalize, exporters make billions motherfuckers
And fuck that test week, we —————-
This ain’t a confession, yo don’t —————
And that’s word to all the homies that been fucked over
I roll a couple for your troubles homie fuck sober
[Adapted Hook]
[KAS Freestyle; Kalvino beatbox]
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