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U-N-I-T-Y lyrics
U-N-I-T-Y lyrics
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U-N-I-T-Y lyrics

[Intro]

U-N-I-T

U-N-I

[Verse 1]

My head fatiguing off the opus

Kept it underground to focus

I feel afterlife, six under oath, don't want no hocus pocus

Niggas tryna go pop, I draw contact, rip my facemask

Nothin' but, nothin' but net, is you Roger or Novak?

You still are no match, you get no rematch

Boy, you missed your moment

Perusing the MoMA, I'm on all my lonely, burst in tears

On his shoulder and it's so cold 'cause he's sculpture

Where's the shaman, Ayahuasca

I had WhatsApp'd him for atonement

I never ever trust the pre-rolled

I never let a random motherfucker shoot the B-roll

I never ask advice from him 'cause what could he know?

Never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though

It forever seemed like time's up

When we swerved in the Honda

Now forever seems like no time

I mean, time flies when you have some

Both nuts weigh two pounds, all on your bitch like futons

My crew saved your crew

Like niggas came through with the Groupons

Cookin' with the grease now, truffle fries and Cholula

Are you slowin' down?

Are you holdin' down whoever held you down?

Whoever propped you up, built the structures with you

Swished the buckets with ya, who was fuckin' with ya?

Really brothers when you needed that?

When you see 'em now is it forced black?

Hail Mary on the fourth down

Hands to the sky, yeah

[Verse 2]

Peace to the holy, peace to the people that think they know me

Piece of Moschino, cover your ass, your rectum showing

Peace to the boys that we used to be though

Geto Boy, North Face too cold on these hoes

Peace out to Willie D, Bushwick Billy and 'Face

Piece of steak grillin' in Jesus' name, speakin' his grace

Hands to the sky

[Verse 3]

U-N-I-T-Y, Neptunes and peace signs

Chiraq, Palestine like

Iberville 1995

You'd think that was airstrikes on outside

I put refugees in my villa, play kids the Fu-Gee-La

All this space Atlanta

Place order McMansion and two apple pies

I want the Porsche Bugatti-design

Silicon Valley, new venture is tits up

How do I crop your new bitch out my Vine?

Sick, blue nose pit foamin' white like frappo jacko

El Chapo, de facto

Bell nacho, shell taco, crunch crackle

Green emerald, pink diamonds like Apple Jack bowl

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