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Mike Posner

"Camouflage Dons"

Wolves out, baby

[Verse 1: Smif-n-Wessun]
My barrel lean like thorazine
Dream like Reverend King, cream like Medellín
Cartel sparked well, y'all in the mezzanine
Swimming at the shot ball, shot bars, guillotine
A hundred on the dart boards, dark on the big machine
Blowing at your entourage, whole squad wolverines
Camouflage dons, spits hella steam, prophesize, we monopolize
Gotta get the green
Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher sweet, light a spliff
Life's a bitch, freaking off with the team
All the shit I've seen, probably should be dead now
Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now
It's the semi-auto blowing through your audio
My niggas press you and leave you in the poorest mode
Known movements, this reality music, the gun law is; if you got one, you better use it
Listen, A and B convos, C your way out before D jump over E
And F you up like a G so play silly, feel a 9 milly
Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that
Camouflage dons, Zombies, Statik Selekt
If you send shots, we blowing off limbs
No sublims, don't get it twisted, we not them
It's a new wave, NWA, take it how you want it, and it's all I got to say

[Verse 2: Flatbush Zombies]
[Meechy Darko]
The fame ain't changed Meech, I still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion
I ain't scared of beef, got beef get put on a skillet
You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up

Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision's sacrilegious spittinng vivid pictures
Smoking with the same niggas Montana flow
Whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block

I'm from a place where we want it, we take it

Gold teeth, two foes

Trapping in the basement
Two freaks, one Meech, it's threesomes in the AM

Take a whiff, pure shit, four blunts in one bitch

Bodies in the basement

Homicide cases

Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers

Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers
I know I'm wrong but we don't go back to slave ships
Smif-n-Wesson, one bullet

Your pick
Third leg, I be putting it in your bitch
Rhyme like Life After Death had a fourth disk

Rhyme like All Eyez On Me times four shit
Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball game
Scott bucks up top only when the Knicks play

Smif-n-Wesson 500, OG and a switch blade
Before you cross a dead motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

Camouflage dons, camouflage dons

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