| Catch me moving my life like a mixture
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| Mix up my drugs like a blender
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| Shout out my doctor he scripting, blending I’m faded I’m tippin'
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| Just poured a 8th of prescription
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| Just rearranged me a victim
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| Really no need for no diggin' rather him sleep with the fishes
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| Scrimmy «Don't shoot him» don’t listen
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| Couple of Xanax, we gifted
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| Couple of problems we live in
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| Whole lot of gaudy in my system
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| Feel like we Jordan and pimpin'
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| Six rings up on them 6 digits
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| 6 pints of lean and still sippin'
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| Gassin' my lungs every minute
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| Never the type to admit it
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| Sharing they knowledge, they trippin'
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| Never no talking, no snitching
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| Fuck all y’all sneakin' and dissin'
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| Fuck if you get in my vision, I see the end and I’m widdit
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| You can not match me, I’m different I’m a walking
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| Break it down
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| Smoke a pound, young and sipping codeine
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| Promethazine love my lean, sippin' since 18
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| Been on them corners, coming down
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| Swerving indo in the attic
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| Sipped an 8th, I can’t think
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| Gone off that drink
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| Gone off that drink
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| Creepin' in the alley rolling off the addy
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| Fucking on a bitch that like to call me daddy
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| Laughing at these rappers that we overlappin'
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| I done missed 5 bars with a couple tabs
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| Different day, same drugs
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| Can’t complain I’m too numb
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| Triple six, crucifix, blazed in reverse
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| Smoking in on a hearse
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| I was born cursed |