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Lyrics

[DJ Smokey Tags]The Shadow man is draining my pyschic energy My body has been taken over by an evil spirit My life is in shambles [Verse 1 - ZAYGUAPKID] All in the cut, I'm totin' on a semi Niggas is bitches, they some women Serving that white girl, serving weed I got a Glock right now, wait I'm with Christ movin' through the city Big ass niggas all goin' fiend Big ass band, now I need lean Our stage way too deep I'm with the graveyard, know I reap Dead bodies in the back, they reek Walk on the stage pourin' one on me I just put a duece in the ice tea You want drugs, ask nicely Big ass guns, no fighting I came in hot with the Glock-19 [?] then the phone ring [Verse 2 - Xhris2Easy] Shorty wanna fuck me 'cause my bands right I can't even walk because my pants tight Sippin' on some Codeine, it's a good night Finna run some racks up, it's a good night Zay stuck in with the trapsters, so we ain't finna fight Nah, we ain't finna fight I ain't finna fuckin' box Got yo bitch with me and I'm beatin' up her fuckin' box Christ still with me and he locked in on Overwatch Got a bag I finna go buy a fuckin' watch Can't even sus time 'cause my diamonds keep flashin' Bitch wanna fuck me because she like my fashion I be doin' drugs everyday, it's a habit And I'm fillin' up her holes like a rabbit If I see some racks in front of me, I'm finna grab it, yuh I'm finna grab it That bitch ass I'll smack it Took some bands I'ma... where yo bitch, I'm distracted [Verse 3 - Bruhmanegod] Everything on myself is expensive Weapons, 'cause my head filled with resentment Suckas ain't as sly as they think, just pretentious I'ma fill this hundred thousand clip, and extend it Coke goin' up fast, super bird on 'em Seen them bangin' for my soul, hatin', drop a turd on 'em I'm a rapper 'cause I'm really good at lying Shootin' dice in the mothafuckin' hood and rhymin' Rock out every fuckin' night, I ain't nervous Mad pot, set yo fuckin' chain then I'm [purgin'?] Bitch told me everything she feel, I'ma hurt it BeMeGod best to ever be, that's for certain (My body has been taken over by an evil spirit) [Verse 4 - Christ Dillinger] I just hit the blunt too hard, shit got me throwin' up Only top shelf marijuana in my joints when I'm rollin' up I just made another hit and I don't give a fuck Told reddit suck my dick, and I don't give a fuck Baby wanna stay the night but I got drugs to make in the mornin' I could cook that dope up on the stove, or on a George Foreman Nigga hatin' in the comments but he can't even get himself a hundred plays Real life trapper, by the end of the day I done made like 100 plays The way I made the cocaine jump, you would think I was cookin' up some Easy Mac You could show me to that TD banker, that BOA, that's a easy smack I put that money in the streets, and it jus' keep on comin' back This bitch want me to meet her mom, but I jus' don't have time for that If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, then I don't think I want to hear Matter of fact, if that nigga ain't talkin' money then I don't think I want him here Cocaine white as Hell boy, that shit whiter than Gucci Mane's veneers I'm the one that's in the front, not the one that's in the rear Niggas comment on IG but they still flyin' Spirit Air I don't be hatin' on IG and I don't ever fly on Spirit Air (Shadow Wizard Money Gang, we love casting spells) (Warcrimes, are cool) (The police will never find the bodies) (Shadow Nuclear Wizards, pledge your souls to the Shadow God)