| Pour my cup
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| Roll my weed
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| Police come
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| She gon' lie for me
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| Your ex bitch
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| She like your ex
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| I remember cold nights in them hard days
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| Fakes couldn’t get right, had to part ways
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way, 'til we all straight
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| Free my dawg gave him all day
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| No off days, no off days
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way
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| To 10 east, swervin', I’m smashin' like it’s urgent
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| They just gave pops thirty, I can’t front, this shit hurt me
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| She rollin' up back to back, relay race through the pack
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| I’m Diddy in my mind, just need the bank statements to match
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| Need a vacation, in fact, ain’t no erasin' my past
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| Johnny was tapping the Jack, still we was makin' it crack
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| She losin' sleep lately, I been in the streets crazy
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| Told her the streets raised me, young C.R.E.A.M. |
| and weed babies
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| But I know she love me still, made it from budget mills to GVT on the tee,
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| me for the jeans
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| Run it up with your team and stay solid, I’ll show you how
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| My granny and cousin both lookin' down, and I know they proud, uh
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| Yeah, avoiding crowds, I’m that blow the route, yeah
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| And blowin' clouds I know it’s loud, I’m showin' out
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| Less of that corner shit, more of this black ownership
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| 4th of July when I show my wrist, I ain’t known to quit, you dig?
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| I remember cold nights in them hard days
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| Fakes couldn’t get right, had to part ways
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way, 'til we all straight
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| Free my dawg gave him all day
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| No off days, no off days
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way
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| Say a 9 to 5 pay your bills, dreams make you rich
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| I took that advice and it ain’t been the same since
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| Seen the world a couple times, my homies did the same shit
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| You keep workin' on your game, eventually you can’t miss
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| See I been givin' rare energy that can’t switch
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| Even when you scared and you talk shit about me, I take risk
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| When you take a risk sometimes you fall, but you get up
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| And they don’t speak but they respect it, 'cause you goin' big as fuck
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| See life’s a game of SKATE I guess and not a game of luck
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| I just sent her the address and she about to pull up
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| I just need a vibe, I just… get on here, say everything that’s inside
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| Take a ride with the man on a mission, the plan in position
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| Tryna tell ya, but we argue on the phone and you trippin'
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| Make the money then you flip it, let it land, then you flip it
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| everything but we learned to get it
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| It’s written that the much is given much is tested, so pass
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| And make sure your soul is just as straight as you math
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| And if you see it let nobody take you of your path
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| Now we just sit back and record, roll the weed and laugh
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| 'Cause we all love
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| I remember cold nights in them hard days
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| Fakes couldn’t get right, had to part ways
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way, 'til we all straight
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| Free my dawg gave him all day
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| No off days, no off days
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| All gas, no brakes, 'til we all straight
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| Grind it out the hard way
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| She gon' pour my cup
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| She gon' roll my weed
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| When the police come
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| She gon' lie for me
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| She like «your ex bitch not as fine as me»
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| She like «your ex bitch not as fly as me»
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| She gon' pour my cup
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| She gon' roll my weed
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| When the police come
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| She gon' lie for me
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| She like «your ex bitch not as fine as me»
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| She like «your ex bitch not as fly as me»
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| *cough* Oh my… babe this is… strong! |
| *cough*
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| I told you man, that’s what happens when you smoking with the big dogs
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| No, we gotta pull over! |
| I’m getting cottonmouth! |
| Can we get something to drink? |