| OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front
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| Fifty G’s I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna fuck
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| Too faded, fuck control
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| Five pills, I fucking roll
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| One dysfunctional family, nah we wasn’t no Huxtables
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| Eight years that pops got, that shit killed my fucking soul
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| I swear that day they took my heart, felt like I died real fucking slow
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| So I got high, out my mind, a thousand times when shit got low
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| We was married to the game til that bitch got old
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| Expensive ass ho, let it be
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| Now you know why the bitch ain’t never free
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| She going in for the kill, let her eat
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| And I met her doing drugs, chemistry
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| So dope, amphetamine
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| She make it all okay, ketamine
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| Anyone ever loved her, enemy
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| I’m getting gum, tryna make new memories
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| We ain’t invited, we just invaded
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| Suede seats, she’s been persuaded
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| OG, she’s been sedated
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| Huh, this bitch is faded
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| Look, they say they ain’t scared but I know they shook
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| When I say love in the air I’m probably talking bout the kush
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| Okay now let’s start, less talk
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| How the fuck they shooting blanks at this Kevlar
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| It’s okay they slept on me, they’ll be awake for the best part
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| And I’m on the loudest shit, you probably couldn’t even get an ounce of it
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| And I just went through a pound of it
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| You ain’t got kush, that’s counterfeit bitch
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| I’m the right guy for that wrong love
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| Adderalls and them long blunts
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| Popping M’s in my penthouse
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| Taking slow sips out that tall cup
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| Pour it up til we breathe slow
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| Yeah bitch I’m just getting warmed up
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| And bet she wanna tell me to stop but she like it more when I’m on drugs |