Songtext Nobody close Planet Asia

Nobody close

This shit right here, mark of the days
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Takes the batter, sweet mix ready for cake bacon
Fly like taste makers and space stations
Respect due to the frequent fliers of fire
Out of my mind, I'm dead broke
Rugged and rubbed straight from the sewer maneuver
The king alpha the cream, not the ?
What the fuck you drinkin'?
My dick handle brain thru yo mouth
So when she was done, I told her 'fuck you thinkin?!'
I came to bless one, finnesse one, B-Lane guess one
Champagne bottles and rest ones
Forceville vessels got billings to tech law
The jecks are on top of that, old nigga's collection folded
You played along, it's time we eat
I float my weight around like 'hey yo, this my favorite town this week'
I'm feelin' good even tho shit is bad
I'm in the streets, in the lab with the heat
From the seats of my ?
This is technique, west-east, nod if you're fresh list
Slide up in my muthafuckin' building with death meats
Crew of flesh who do it best, crew of crewlers
The otha niggas like to hoo this, hoo is the muthafuckin' coolest
So fuck you, and yo sucka movement
I get it in like it's nothin' to it
But a bunch of units
Gold chain, we attack
The whole gang, PC or Mac, cocaine beats and crack
You'll get smothered, rara, no hard feelings, my loved one
For turning yo onions into some funions
Just improvise, I'm up to the limit
Scientist puttin' pyramids in the projects like kimmit
I can dummer down and disguise my vision
Keepin' it raw is my religion, that's the law that I'm livin' for
Fuck y'all if y'all don't get it
I don't care, I'mma spit it
This is war, and I'm the man that couldn't make it more clearer
Muthafucka!