| She like my attire, she like how I style, yeah, yeah
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| White like Em, but I rep that M in 59, yeah, yeah
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| Quit the lies, shit get sticky every time, yeah, yeah
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| Am I blind? |
| Muzzle flash, it make 'em blind, yeah
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| I don’t want to be awake, I just wanna go to sleep
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| I don’t got to deal with humans, at least I do not in my dreams
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| I get peace
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| Blunt guts in my teeth on the creek
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| I know they familiar with the team
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| I could never forgive no hiccup, pick 'em up
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| Put 'em in the trunk for later
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| Lift it up, pick up Christopher Cross
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| Glock .9, now that boy sailing
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| Stop, drop and roll, had to flame 'em
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| Drop top the four, candy painted
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| On top, your boy been the greatest
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| Stone wash, your whole body faded
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| They call me God and I’m still unjaded
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| Dark alone, stay aggravated
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| I am what they agitated
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| Take it, grateful, she say «Thank you»
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| You want fame, but will you make it?
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| Had a chance, but didn’t take it
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| Now you buggin', chasin' payments
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| Wait, I’ve been all platinum
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| Navigators on them haters
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| MTV I hit my chicken dance
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| Pick it up, now we crank it
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| Choppa spray, he up that glick, it jammed
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| Wam, bam, thank you, man
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| Hop out van and clear your camp
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| Damn, man, a couple M’s
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| Every time I check my (SESH)
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| With the big dawgs, he like, uh
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| On my left hand, that’s a sigma, uh
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| I’m locked, but I got the key and I don’t think I wanna get out, uh
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| He done, he need to sit down
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| Grabs some woods and drop your friend off
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| Out the route to (Ah) I let off
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| Stick and stones, that’s what they sell y’all
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| Know shit hard, that’s what they tell y’all
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| How you let them lies get to you?
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| He said what 'bout who now? |
| We gon' let them vibes get to you
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| Come test the goddamn bone crushers, dope up in the trunk
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| Never scared so you say, but you yet to meet the one, uh |