Out of Order

The old lady dancing with the blue devil
Eastside swim club it's the new ghetto
I ain't hating though
I swing low,  go past subterranean
My weed man hit me up, new geraniums
A whole locker full of chips
Gotta break em in
Chips, gotta break em in, aye
Aye, took Williams to 10th then
I made a right, right?
Smoke a joint, I'm at home playing Half-Life
Hit the high score then
I'll prolly act right, right?
Tell the haters that they gotta
Get my stacks right
Got my skin glowing in the black light
They all said you was crazy
When you rap tight
I throw the thumbs up, and they act right
They said it's no pictures in the trap right?
But I'm a trap-star in my real life
Gotta put it in a place they won't look once
How you know? I read it in a book once
Swing down, Midtown, I was on punts
Bistros keep going, I don't speak fronts
Throw the powder in the wash
On my team bubble you out of order
You think that I was being subtle
Coming at you 3 deep so they gotta watch
Matinee in the day, check my pocket watch
It's no lies, and I can't front
I seen it in a movie once
Robocop on the street with a Uzi once

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