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lirik lagu window – tyrone pope & jasen

(verse 1: tyrone pope)
four packs in the backpack
that’s 12k in the ashtray
i’d give the world to have my dog back
i still think about ya’ -ss everyday
smoking blunts with my young n-ggas
breaking it down, twisting the papers
rolling up purp and three other flavors
lit off the herb
puffin and puffin and p-ssing it
watching it burn
n-ggas with the backpack trying to smash that
where the cash at?
nah, n-gga, f-ck that, wait your turn
i supply the work to n-ggas with choppers and bandannas standing on curbs
n-ggas with the gat strapped trying to take that
n-gga f-ck that
nah, n-gga f-ck that

(chorus: tyrone pope)
blunts to the dome, smoke pouring out the window
you was all alone, you had no idea
now you wanna blow up for what?
why you wanna blow up on me for?
i saw that look inside your eye
(yeah) i saw that look inside your eye

(verse 2: jasen canfly)
bet i be tweakin’ when i see them coppers
they schemin’ to catch me, my brodies with green
fall to the system for plants that grow out of some soil
with no leaves not on me, so the f-ck do you mean?
i heard b-tches, they rumor’s like “jasen do drugs?”
h-ll no, just fruits of the earth
and them shrooms from the dirt that we picked
we just knew they would work
mad cause y’all knew we was first
y’all still be trippin, i saw my life in a vision
so f-ck you if you is not with it
ain’t gon’ be evicted, got dope bars that sh-t be perscripted
its scripted and written no different
rapper’s like “d-mn, i got money” and “d-mn, i got hoes”
“d-mn, i drink liquor” and “pockets on swole”
rapper’s like all of them rappers that’s spitting that viscous
for really, you know ain’t got souls
know that i’m gold, crossed with the black
i attack on anyone that’s holding me back
strapped with the lyrical gat
got the crack and the pack from that birmingham back where i’m at
water in bodies call that elemental
the fruits and the herbs from the earth is essential
to nourish, enlighten, speak truth out my dentals
mentals is heating like fires it kindles

(bridge: jasen canfly)
go to college, get a job
student loans, what’s the prob
making money, spend it fast
why the h-ll it never last
bills to pay, kids to feed
at least yo’ -ss got a degree
market crash, little me
least yo’ -ss got a degree, right?

- tyrone pope jasen

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