Lord Sko - MESCALINE LEAVES

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[Intro] Yeah yeah, uh, Ain't nothing like summer in New York, top down with my shirt off, feeling glorious We cop fast cars but drive em’ slow I ain't tryna race dawg [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Four phones, five homes, six hundred clones Head crack the final maneuver is break your bones Like a [?] Direct em' truthfully Fall back, salute me Y’all niggas goofy Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer Iced out and Mookie and Tina pushing a Beemer Intricate with it, infinite ticket The ride ain't never ending y'all niggas can keep pretending but you not one of them ones Like most of my thugs we different Was writing raps reminiscing on packs, was flippin' Getting chicken, extended clip is just my background My favorite city ain't a city that you lack round Seen shooters be right back, after they back down Only motion, no emotion Word to mommy, I put my body in every ocean Catch me floatin, coast to coastin', we posted [Chorus: Mayhem Lauren and Lord Sko] Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it Still on the grind wit’ it sip a little wine wit’ it Half an acid tab tryna' find my mind in it Could make a a hunnid’ k double up in 5 minutes Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit’ it Half an acid tab tryna' find my mind in it Could make a a hunnid' k double up in 5 minutes [Verse 2: Lord Sko] Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burning I'm not a rapper or a real person Just a figment of imagination, pass the haze while I stand on broken glass in the back of alleyways Sixteen sticks of cancer in my lung Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds Light the blunt up when I'm drunk, just to ramble with the dutch Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month I'm T-Mac with the handle in the clutch Tryna make it out my city, rockin' sandals in the sun (for real) I take a second to breathe A lot of y'all favorite rappers coming second to me I got bitches up in Chelsea rolling mescaline leaves Rocking thousand dollar pants, still distressing the jeans Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu Me and Mey' at the table wit' a plate of that Wagyu Catch twenty through [?] Can't recall ever asking the shit they telling you Fucking four hoes, two of em' identicals Ain't no exception to the rule, the kid exceptional [Outro] Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit' it Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit' it
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