| I need a knot whether the bread is for me or not
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| I need a knot whether the bread is for me or not
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| I need a knot whether the bread is for me or not
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| Show me the spot
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| I had to get paper use to move white
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| Did it 24/7 morning noon night
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| Had to hit the block early in my true life
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| Scraping on the concrete in the moonlight
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| Powerful supply got that powder from the sky
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| I could always get it where you want it by tonight
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| Love the fluffy white but I take it wet and hard
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| Push it off the sidewalk dump it in the yard
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| I’m a hustler, was cold blooded
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| All my customers their nose running
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| Got my muscles up pitching whole bundles
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| I ain’t selling cocaine I had a snow shovel
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| I use to chop green put it in a bag
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| Up and down the street let my money stack
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| They knew every week that I was coming back
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| No sticks kept it clean right and exact
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| Talking green sticky never brown crispy
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| Worse thing for my paper was when the drought hit me
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| I know my mama know because my pockets swoll
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| Soon as I walk through the door she smell it on my clothes
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| But I got to roll keep it pushing hot or cold
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| I gas it up I’m hitting every house on the road
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| Got to get it how I live I’m going hard for it
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| It ain’t no marijuana man I push a lawn mower
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| When I was sixteen I had crew of girls
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| Get them clean send them off out into the world
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| Use to come and see the kid to get their head right
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| Shorty talk all you want to just get my bread right
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| Never split the ends wasn’t nothing soft
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| Had to get some trim then I cut them off
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| You know I bend their back I kept them in them tracks
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| You got some new growth baby better bring them stacks
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| Steady go upside her head but she can’t complain
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| I run that same old game baby no pain no gain
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| You got some paper and you trying to see some cuties holler
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| I ain’t a pimp I’m sweeping hair up at the beauty parlor |