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They ask me why, I say its human nature, that’s what Michael say
You smile and shake my hand but hater, I know what you’d like to say
But if you keep your lips sealed, I’ma put this knife away
And I’m smoke this purple until it takes me to hyperspace (Zoom)
Hyperspace, Im smoking my life away (Zoom)
Time for change, hater put your Mic away
I told you Im a psycho mang, I’ll never put this knife away
But I’ma smoke this purple until it takes me to Hyperspace

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I’m high as hyperspace, haters faker than Michael’s face
And I’m movin at a pyscho pace, if her as lookin nice, then I might go chase
In the bed she bananas, I might go ape
In my grey leather hoody and my light gold bapes
my pockets lookin fat, you got the lypo cake
bag models in 15 minutes or less, I got that Geiko game
umm, crazily, I use to wonder why these niggas hated me
now I see I’m exactly who they pray to be,
in the end you couldn’t deliver, you James to me, you aint fadin me
and your girl ain’t nothing but a game to me
checkmate when I get her to lay with me
sometimes I feel lower than an Asians knees
but they I get higher than an angels feel, but listen
the piff is lit and hittin on it
shifts me to a different moment, bitches kiss and lick my scrotum
I’m sicker than beer before liquor, if you didn’t now you niggas know it
I’m sippin on the liquor slowly
Lightin up as she lickin on me
I let her smoke it as she get me horny
I beat it up, yo this may be gory
I hear you talkin shit but all you haters bore me

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(J-Yungen)
Never been hotter, it's rena renegade
niggas wanna come and join the heat, like Lebron James
and I know there's hatas everywhere
but no sweat tho I'm prepared,
cause I’ll act like it's hopscotch and start steppin on them squares
I got kush broken up, tell my nigga roll it
Cause I'm a Family Guy, but my eyes is the Louis
girl come here, how somethin so bad look so good?
thats why I'm checkin you out like a library book
so come and hit this blunt twice, lets go to hyperspace
I might have frostbite, cause I cant feel my face
smokin on that good Bob Marley,
I bet I could get Smokey the Bear to burn these trees at this woods party

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