SAND CASTLE Lyrics

[VERSE 1: BENJAMIN BRADLEY]
My life real so I speak the spoken helicopter sky-diving I was hand
Picked to be the chosen
Son it's my time to get it done Jet Li
I was the one
watch my banshee run like a dope dealer when the cops
Hit your spot
and this is my plot and I'm a story-teller there's not
Another Fortune realer it's the COOKIE bitch what you want a sniff

You don't know who you foolin' with this is BREEZO there's never been another
Fuckin' equal and I don't got patience but I'm patiently waiting
Stackin' up like im next in line to see the Matrix What you want to witness
Greatness never thought i'd be a rapper but I made it and this world is really crazy
So you got to face it and all my niggas iconic so what you want a problem
Grown man denim the FARMHOUSE the only niggas that got em' huh

[Interlude: TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY]
Gold house for my gold mouth, nah im sayin'
Shout-out my nigga Arab Fetti nah im talm' bout, TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY
Future the Motherfuckin'.. Motherfuckin'..Motherfuckin'

[Verse 2: TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY]
Bitch you know me I'm a O.G. My numbers be Seven-Forty
My beamer be Forrest green my eyes be like laser beams
My bitch pussy squeaky clean so she put it on my tongue like Listerine
What's good what's up cocaine and some white sluts stay ice-cold
X and O's they kiss to blow like Eskimo's with their nose
Fuck ya'll squares be talking bout turn my swag on turn your bitch out
My real niggas know what I'm talking bout' an I dog her out right on
The couch I smoke blunts and I trip-balls with a black cat that roll gars
Vampire with a sports-car Swag Dracula Everything about me spectacular
Future a.k.a Blackula I fire on whoever I choose to spiral on Turn
A nigga to Basquiat
witnesses want to call the cops cause I'm
Young black, and I call the shots I
spit some shit that leave your
Bitch inside a trance swag Raw denim bleeding on my dirty ass vans
Swag All I know is Master Chef swag so hot cook your girl to death
That's your main bitch God damn she hot I cook her down right in a pot
I'm back to it back to it my music make bitches shake their ass
To it Snort coke or ether, pop acid to it you could do it bitch
Put your back into it I'm going hard I'm going in my vampires behind
Me My bitch pop five handlebars and she fuck me like a zombie swag!

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Fortune Cookie LP is an very addictive substance first crafted in The Marrero area of New Orleans by Atomic Farmhouse.
English Muffin is number four on the Cookie Contraband. The narcotic went on to slay emcees in a spree of rhyme slayings. The iconic band haas also assembled a genre to label the drug: RAWHOP. The Farmhouse’s debut album Fortune Cookie LP, is looked as Nas’s illmatic, Wu Tang Clan’s Enter the WU 36 Chambers, and Notorious B.I.G’s Ready To Die running a train on MF DOOM’S Mm..Food.
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