Live from the Kremlin

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Planet Asia - Rap

Live from the Kremlin

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[Verse 1] Yo, hey yo, pockets touching about to be on some shit Not for nothing, but if I don't get to some [?] song I'm out for hunting, none of this is me Feel like I'm caught in a glitch And once I double up I'm in the game all this a switch Fuck the politics I'm going for mines Too many cooks with no referrals I'm in the world stirring the times Too many corny rappers blurring the lines Of what's real, but i just chill Cause the mastermind is thorough and kind I took my [?] check and flipped it Who ever gets to go, supplies the biscuits Even though life is precious, we still risk it Out of pocket hustlers, everyday get smoked like briskets Teed off niggas tripping to get a quick fix Prom queens turn to methamphetamine misfits Instead of dreams, teens go for the kill They trying to get a mil', on some ill dollar bill slick shit But knowledge will start a lil' problem when it comes to this shit Cause when you know better, supposed to go better How you know the sun, moon and stars, but know cheddar? It sounds conflicted But take your time and understand The best part is the righteous mind Of the babies to [?] the line to keep the shit lit Pardon my French My heart on my sleeve is like a fence Running from the police bent Nautica trench, gold chain honor event Scholars and gents, crime scene Planet Asia, Evidence [Verse 2] Rub my tape across your tongue, it might numb your face This type of dope will make you run in place Know some real players and know some that's fake Know some real killers and know some that ain't Let me paint, just let me paint Shut the fuck up, when im talking cause I'm talking bank Another classic with the Venice homie Ain't none of that, go get the strap cause the shit is on me Active when it's time to be I run a hand like a record label See me with your bitch, that means she's signed to me It runs in the blood since I was young, stabbing dimes Blessed with mother's face and my daddy's mind Get your grind up My heart is warm, my mind is cold Just don't make me make my mind up We got that poison, we got that pure, for sure Whatever the vice, we got it here, what you looking for? Bottom line, put ya mask on Fuck around and catch a contact, we cooking dope And the droughts standing out with a look of hope Why you looking broke?

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  • Planet Asia