| Everybody wanna smoke, but don’t wanna get high
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| Everybody wanna live, but nobody wanna die
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| Everybody wanna flow, but all they fuckin' do is rhyme
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| Everybody wanna know, how I got so fuckin' tight
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| No school, lotta drugs, ten grand worth of Backwoods
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| Bitch I got it bad, so it’s hard for me to act good
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| Amethyst rings, rare rocks help me breathe
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| Inhale, blow the smoke, like a candle in the breeze
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| No keys, no keys, I ain’t pushin' what you think
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| Everytime I hear your music, make it hard for me to think
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| No strap, no blade, still I take your life away
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| Never smile, always high, way higher than you think
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| Black granite on my sink, white marble on the counter tops
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| Livin' so lavish, oak doors when i fuckin' knock
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| Runnin up the fuckin' block, dope up in my fuckin' sock
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| Stop, go to fuckin' cops, but I keep bookin' and never stop
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| Let me breathe, I just need some time just so
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| So I can think, I just need some air baby
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| Now what you think, me and you forever that would
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| Be a dream, whatever you need tell me
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| Whatever you need tell me
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| I can try my best to get it for you |