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passport - almighty u-sorcerer lyrics

[verse 1 – jc -ss-ssin]
listen, i’m dodging the swat, dodging the cops
hiding the guap inside all the crops
can’t they stop my rage
i have so much on page
shit, i’m all alone here finally
shit, i realize the irony
can’t be in privacy without privates finding me
they gon’ f-ck with the dynasty
so i’m grabbing that p-ssport, moving to j-pan
learn the plan, i pan back and forth to pakistan
i’m racking, man, in amsterdam
contraband’s in rubber bands in a taxi cab
they tryna pack me back
in a suitcase on a tuesday, during a godd-mn traffic jam
i ain’t even tryna put this as a gangsta rap
but in these streets, i’m selling ’bout half a gram
this was my past life, last life
last night shone on me like a flashlight
i’m out again like hit and run crash sites
that’s right, baptizing these blacklights
now we in liberia
and we causing some m-ss hysteria
bacteria, even when we in syria
even when we in nigeria
i’m running away, all aboard
this shit is too much to absorb
my n-gg- shaolin gon’ explore
i wish that somebody would’ve informed
i’m sick of being on the same path
so i take a flight, but the plane crash
in the ocean like we were all divers
pilot’s the only survivor…

[verse 2 – chef]
jc got the right idea, i think it’s time to take a flight
leave the emerald isles and try resurrect my life
take my mind off past thoughts, i was ducking red dots
“f-ck the cops coming, stash that shit in the flowerpots”
this ain’t a fictional account, my life was a sinking ship
i carried a blade for 2 years praying they don’t carry clips
my girlfriend was a c-ke wh-r- and i was the c-ke man
turning a quarter to half a gram, doing what i could fam
cause shit wasn’t easy, it was terrifying believe me
my buddy got stabbed up and i barely dodged a drug bust
but f-ck it, now i’m gonna start over fresh
think i’ll say h-llo to this goddess in the sundress
we can have good sex, don’t worry about pay checks
worry about that -ss fitting into some latex
we can head to singapore, i can get to know you more
stop at argentina to smoke blunts on the sea sh-r-
or maybe france? nous pouvons etre romantique
nous avons eu le temps plein, pas de panique
and if anyone comes gunning for any reason
best believe a body bag will be how they leavin’
cause mamí i got heat stashed as a last resort
but for now let’s just worry about stamps on our p-ssports

- almighty u sorcerer lyrics

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