| Skinny nigga, but I’m flexin', stay prayed up
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| Young nigga got a blessing
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| Back off in the days it was 'bout thirst and richin'
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| Now I’m smoking loud, cashin' out and collectin'
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| I’m reckless, this time last year I was stressin'
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| I then came up, young bishop is finessin'
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| Smoking on Cali as I’m sippin' on Texas
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| I’m so fucking pretty, I don’t even wear no necklace
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| Let’s do it
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| If I tell you I’m that nigga, don’t be suprised
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| It was bound to happen
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| Please don’t ask me now how I hide
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| I’ll tell you that shit was magic
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| Rollin' blunts, having sessions
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| Catch me comin' down like a fucking blockin' tetris
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| Bitch I’m from the dirt, know I gotta rep my section
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| Bad bitch on me yeah you best believe she maskin'
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| I’m flexin'
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| I don’t love these groupies
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| I got bad hoes from UT and they wanna' make a movie with me
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| Gotta bitch that makes sushi, after that weed cookies
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| Then she tryna' view the fuckin' city
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| If I tell you I’m that nigga, don’t be suprised
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| It was bound to happen
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| Please don’t ask my now how I hide
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| I’ll tell you that shit was magic |