| I’m just gettin' bands on the daily, you know, like I’m a bank
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| On the come-up, you know that they fuck with me up in the ranks
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| I’ve been movin' on from all this shit, won’t let it hold me back
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| Don’t give a fuck what’s going on 'cause I’m too busy countin' stacks
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| I been movin' on from everything that I don’t feel, yeah
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| People toss me hundred dollar bills, yeah
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| Got some new BAPE shit, I keep it real, yeah
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| I’m just tryna find some peace of mind, move on from here, yeah
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| Bimmer lookin' good in that shade of blue
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| Grindin' every day so I can flex on you
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| Still don’t feel this shit because I’m missin' you
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| Try to replace you with all this shit, I don’t know what to do
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| Got some Ksubis on my legs, yeah, ayy
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| This is how I flex, yeah, ayy
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| You know I’m up next, yeah, ayy
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| Won’t let no shit stop me from my dreams, yeah, ayy
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| Two cups of codeine, two grams that OG
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| Yeah, I’m sippin' codeine, smokin' on this Marley
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| Wear Off-White, Supreme shoes
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| Smoke green shit, got strains to choose
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| Fuck around and we sip some Goose
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| Ho wanna fuck but her pussy loose
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| Me and Jazz fuck around and we mix the juice
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| Smokin' on a Wood, yeah, I’m sippin' on a deuce
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| Got gold shit on us, got some diamonds too
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| And I be smokin' on a beach, lookin' at the view
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| Sippin', got no worries, ain’t got shit to lose
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| Still rock designer from the head to shoes
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| Got all this money, cruisin' in the coupe
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| And I be thinkin' 'bout this shit so I take another hit
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| If you down to match, then we down to scoop
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| Let’s smoke these blunts, yeah, let’s load a few
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| Countin' up this guap, yeah, you know I do
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| Countin' up this guap like a endless loop
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| Like a endless loop, want a endless high
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| Smoke so much, get you off my mind
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| Love is something that I’ve yet to find
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| And all this shit got me feelin' blind
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| So I get this guap and stay on my grind
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| Thinkin' 'bout this shit is just a waste of time
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| People be some snakes, actin' out of line
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| I don’t really care, I stay on my grind
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| Too busy countin' money 'cause money is time
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| And no, I’m not happy but I’m doin' fine
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| Come up from depression, yeah, I gotta climb
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| No, I’m not happy but I’m doin' fine
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| Gang, gang, yeah, yeah |