| Blrrt, blrrt!
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| It’s a bird, it’s a plane
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| New phone, who dis? |
| New day, new bitch
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| Rang rang, there go my celly, tattoos like Makaveli
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| Acid trip, this bitch I’m with might overdose like Anna Smith
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| Crip or Blood, 50/50 love, my nigga died for this handkerchief
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| ZOMBiE gang, A$AP, I eat the beat and beat three
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| From CD to tape deck, LSD, some shroom tea
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| Two groupies and safe sex, threesome, AM
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| Amen, hallelujah, hollow clipped it, hollows through ya
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| Backwood smoking, Goyard gun holster, Gucci sofas
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| Heard you was sending shots, I was too high to notice
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| Marijuana, I’m smokin' potent, my eyes are glowin'
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| My pistol loaded, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, now you knowin'
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| Top of the buildin' and I got a feelin'
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| Sudden rush to the brain, so obnoxious the feelin'
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| Loyalty to the drugs, feelin' so high high, nigga what?
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| Rolling with the clique, middle fingers up
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| Police on my dick, never gave a fuck
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| Always living trife, bitch you down to fuck?
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| Smoking on some shit that your mama off
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| Never pretend, I gotta go get it this one is all
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| War love got me, but since all
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| Talkin' 'bout some money, we gon' get it solved
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| Talkin' 'bout some bud, we gon' smoke it all
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| LSD bitch, I’m off the wall
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| Throw your hands up if you wanna roll
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| On some new shit, baby this a new phone
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| Got some new packs in and some quick dough
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| Same nigga dead niggas, 10−4
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| Rest in peace to my nigga nigga, Yambo
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| Live long, long live, yeah I live long
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| Lance Armstrong, live strong, yeah, did right and I did wrong
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| Okay, get high so I hit bone
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m an activist, I cook crack with a dab of piff
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| Crystal meth on an acid trip
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| I’m a G in coke, from trees to dope
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| I feed my coast, hit my line if you need a quote
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| It’s a secret show, only speak it if you need to know
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| And you niggas, I don’t need to know
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| Beat the beat 'til the speaker broke, I’m in the streets puffin' reefer smoke
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| Try to creep, let the Eagle go
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| Man I’m down for the drillin' of course
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| Man you sugarcane niggas is soft, don’t respect your jaw
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| Man matter of fact, fuck the law
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| Double up, nigga, fuck the court, been on it like an outlaw
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| Batman vigilante goin' southpaw
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| Might head to Miami for some time off
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| Came back to the city, hit the concourse
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| Man I’m livin' like a mob boss
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| I shake the game, refrain from permanent
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| My style compares rare like fiends that serve a nick
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| My goals can touch souls, my niggas impervious
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| My team go buck wild, sip Hen and smoke spliffs
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| Don’t think I won’t trip, cherish every moment
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| A nigga won’t miss if he’s very focused
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| All black, funeral, gettin' down with a bad one
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| Used to smoke two grams now I’m smokin' mad blunts
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| Had extendo, niggas cause they basic
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| Minds need replacement, thoughtless, conscious and tasteless
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| We rebel cause the aliens comin' down
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| If you say that shit is myth my experience was wild
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| Man could run a mile while his legs are broken down
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| But Arc cook it up, tell shorty simmer down
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| It’s amazin', how you niggas really feel about it
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| When it’s top floor, ain’t no room for more when it’s crowded, muh’fucka |