| I can have her if I got her in my ride
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| Sat her in the spaceship
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| Played them oldies
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| Got her digging on me, mind blown
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| Trying to catch my eyes
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| But I’m focused on the road to the money
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| Where I’m going it won’t be waiting long for me
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| Cause them niggas racing trying to get there before me
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| Visions of Tony, floating facedown in his fountain
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| There was blood and cocaine just pouring out him
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| Got me cautiously plottin', failure not an option
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| When the stakes is this high, you rolling craps with diamonds, dice
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| Shit dead serious, intense like two white cops in yo' rearview mirror
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| They might cut they lights on just to cut your lights out
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| And you just chillin'
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| These thoughts in the back of the mind of every black man livin'
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| At the same time gotta watch my step this a active minefield
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| This ain’t no motherfucking movie set
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| But I make it look easy, catching stunts just breezing
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| Believe me I gotta joint lit if I’m not sleeping
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| Every option on that moonroof, alloys and Bose speakers
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| Leather seats, playing for keeps, all my peoples, stadium seats to the park
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| bleachers
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| Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Rolling, threw some chrome ones on my spaceship
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| Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship
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| Smoke a OZ while I’m floating in the spaceship
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| Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Throw my Rollie out the window in the spaceship, yea yea
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| Paper on top of paper that money coming in
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| Roll up another Wood while sitting in my Benz
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| They tell me to chill but Imma keep on going in
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| You ain’t keeping it real then get the fuck from round here
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| Park my shit right the avenue, spark a Back or two
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| Thank my homie for that alley-oop I smashed her on the roof
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| G Nikes with the Bally suit I had to match the tool
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| Just because I seen you with the homie, don’t be acting new
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| I was born with the vibe you just caught it out the blue
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| I be working with my high, doing math like I’m in school
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| One box touch down, another coming soon
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| Call my nigga Boston George he’ll fly with 'em too
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| Man this shit’ll be so crazy cause my life really a movie
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| Bunch of scenes from the 80's, getting money like Lucas
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| Rollie out the window so you see me shine
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| Jet Life stay on gang til' the day I die
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| Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Rolling, threw some chrome ones on my spaceship
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| Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship
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| Smoke a OZ while I’m floating in the spaceship
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| Yea, rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Rolling, threw some gold ones on my spaceship
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| Throw my Rollie out the window of the spaceship, yea yea |