DESCRIPTION:
Contraband & Nathan Buttery - Napkins

Instrumental- Poppy by Mac Miller


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Intro: Yeah
bitch

CONTRABAND:

Look at the time I guess it's time for me to rant
Busy passing fucks out with the hand that's needed for my pants
Saggin, tried to give it up but too much contraband
Heavy pockets where my cock is lookin for the man
Pat my package hold me down system quicksand
Told me "co-conspirators better list them"
Told em final destination get a fake tan
Death is coming ass is grass and I'm the mexican
Horton's deaf Willy Wonka who's flying the fan
blue-berried and buried should of have listened
I guess this is where the sidewalk ends
the camera lens broke and my last pens out of ink and...
concrete stay tied to my feet looking like my last breathe I been beat but...
just blink when the present looks bleak
close your eyes *knock knock* futures maid it look neat

Wise man told you haters for the birds
So you tweetin everything you'd never say on Earth
I spread peace like butter on a bagel
I'm talking real shit your life is a fable
You want to talk down time to turn the table
Green jelly I do shit you ain't able
Octopussy you ain't even tryna tangle
End up lookin like a vegetable with no label
I'm the man your bullshit's cable
I'm Evil Kanevil doin anything as long as it is illegal
and a note to the feeble
I'm lookin fit to be a king feeling regal
Contraband see ya soon there's a sequel

Contraband:

East side rapping

Nathan Buttery:

Whiter than napkins
Lyrics getting graphic
We're sicker than your average


NATHAN BUTTERY :

The moneys worth the pain and that's honesty
Nothing is promised and still I persevere constantly
Don't help that even even numbers are at odds with me
Rap game monopoly I get the party poppin B
even doc said I was a lot doper than poppy seeds
People say I got potential it's the trees that's stopping me
I been rapping before Dankh gang dropped the Tee's
Shout out to hometown homies take a shot for me
An if I die know that a hater never got to me
An my mom means a lot to me
If I die I never really die
My grave like Tupac's R.I.P. dot dot dot possibly

A cock is the only thing a cop could possibly cop from me
Fake fucks and snitches are monotony
These niggas softer than cotton sleeves
Rappin like an MC and I ain't even gotten sleep