EL TORO COMBO MEAL (feat. Mavi)

Man, lost my dog to the staircase

Took the highest spot on the podium

Ghost **** probably smoking

To the thought of knowing us

They lost a part of growing up

The smartest learned they had to keep a wedge

To get out of the rough

Fuses, clips, the noose was disrespect

'Cause we carried enough

I promise I'll bury the grudge

Preparing and carrying grub

Larry, oops

I was lost in the alley

In the airbed I sunk

I spun to the loss of my grandmama

Buried the dunk

Say 'bout a prayer a month

To the above

**** moody but if you with the funk

Appreciate the dude who played with food

The romper room is for fun

But I do what I want

Ay, and I knew what it was later

Alluded as such

Confusingly up with paper

But I'm shooting ones with the judge

If he sentence my brother

Been with a muzzle, that's from the cradle

So we goin' to the grave with this shit

When we join the second line of ancestors

They'll hand us a drum to load the second time

Scary 'bout airin' out the shit I compress

The fear give me fear and now the cost is

An arm, leg, an arm, leg and a head

And all greater conquests that takes our partners to rest

I'm about the part that small when joining the raid

I'm on they necks till my car party's pardoning French

Smoke with a few ****

Sparkin' that the larger percentage

All to the wind

The losses come as often as wins

And impossibly thick

Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six

I fought with friction in July

We had shit lit as Christmas

How it's been six **** been lying

But we ain't gon' mention

Who hit the stu' and started sweatin'

Told her it's the kitchen, you know the rules

And we know how to shoot the the loop holes

Who go Koo Koo Roo?

Am I kidding? Who got the kit?

You gon' juug a bugaloo?

I been spinnin' around the answer

Not definitive, I just cramped it out

I was gifted with words, oh damn

I took my lumps, my bruises brused

What the fuck are you to do?

Every time a **** didn't spot me

I had to figure out my own thing

Now we at the precipice, dropping

Harry Potter with the double Ds

Magic hands, ****, what a cheese

Had a chance, then it crushed me

We gon' get it by all means

Rest in peace to my Ras G

Raw Fruit in the box, see

Let go, then I got wings

Seen red, I'ma charge

Seein' red 'cause you salty

I keep the tears out my mind's reach

I put my fears in a box

Like a prayer that you won't read

I spirited away the whole thing

Here, ain't no way I won't leave

Seen you starting into old beefs

Ticket booths what they told me

Thickest thorns on the roses

Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed

Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace

Pistons worn like Chauncey

Fill up somethin' 'cause I been driving

Every time a **** didn't spot me

I had to figure out my own thing

Now we at the precipice, dropping