| Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
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| If you really trying to get on
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| Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, I’m loaded, I feel like I could float
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| My fingertips are numb, my finger nails are full of coke
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| I’m solid under pressure ain’t no way that I would fold
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| This is for them bitches that I fucked on the road, how you been
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| Tell your friends that, damn that man is cold
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| I’m better yet I’m on, them Z’s got me dizzy I don’t know
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| How the fuck I got home from my show
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| I wake up in my bed, next to two chicks I never met
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| I’m in France mixing bubble hash with my cigarettes
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| Amsterdam for the day before I fly home
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| Two zips of kush got my mind gone, mushrooms, I’m gone
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| Everything I needed, I wake up and I’m drinking
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| I fall asleep early in the evening, I ain’t leaning
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| Yeah they ask me what I’m breathing, that shit they can’t get
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| 17 reasons for his ass
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| I’m faded, trying to stay awake
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| I love the A, but I’m really trying to stay away
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| They say my names buzzing crazy when it come to weight
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| Cliff full of carbon, bullets flying out to throw away
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| Fed cases they don’t go away
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| They let you dig your own hole, we sold our soul for 100K
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| I’m on this yellow, fuck a purple sprite
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| I wake up in the morning like, damn I messed another flight
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| I tell a pretty bitch to turn around
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| Let me see you pop and pick the money up from off the ground
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| When it’s dry, you know I got it popping in a couple towns, 20 pounds
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| That’s 120 thousand, I’m really counting money now
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| I went from blow money to this ho money
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| I went from ho money to this show money
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| Half a mil in a waterproof duffle
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| Blowing kush out the sunroof, I’m loving how I really hustle
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| Yeah I got a few rolled, and I’m just trying to get back in my zone
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| Yeah I got a few rolled, and I’m just trying to get back in my zone
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| Yeah I got a few rolled, and I’m just trying to get back in my zone
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| Yeah I got a few rolled, and I’m just trying to get back in my zone
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on
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| And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
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| Yeah they wonder how I got on
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| See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
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| Yeah I’m really trying to get on |