route 92
studies in the front, leave stories in the back, poetic justice game, plays on god to make it stack
half the time its "woah man", comes in a hot mix tan, another G with a big plan, break downs like ED SHE RAN
freestyle is my way, lock up game, seven wonders, come another day, flows in one way, hard to understand why the bitch wanna stay
Reub here for the beat, flip the b, eat it out rude, route 69 be real crude
driving down route 92, silver surfing, exlusive to the few, ones that fuck love then give it straight to you
New generation, over dedication, fuck rubbish up, live through devistation, real elevation.
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Section 27 // volume 92 // freeway to heaven before seeing evenly, feel all right with nothing left too do, imaginary square too become one, absolute zero, small town hero
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