| Look
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| I was in the dark praying for light years
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| Around the time my brother got 9 years
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| Appreciate the rain, that’s the sky’s tears
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| Had to get my mind clear
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| Said that I be back up by he’s out
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| He’s on D Cat now and I’m right here
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| Poppin' I know
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| Block girls you bread, and get dough
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| Just one spliff and a scripture i’m in my zone
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| Peak for you niggas when these weed bars flow
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| Get this skunk to your boat
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| You don’t wan' no smoke
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| You don’t drink or smoke but you ain’t perfect why you talking
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| I ain’t on the mic like you’re sober and boring
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| Each to their own leave me lone live your life
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| Don’t let me make it fly
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| Ain’t no DM’s when I slide
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| Not here to make friends or enemies
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| I’m here to leave a legacy
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| I got bounce back tendancies
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| Niggas tried to catch me in they web
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| Straight venom was the remedy
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| Trust, RIP NRG
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| You never know when you gon' go
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| New levels
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| New devils
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| I’ve been on my God flow
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| And when it comes to drill
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| I take it in but half though
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| Cah half of them
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| Ain’t slapping more than strappin' bars bro
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| All them ends you can’t go
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| That’s no life you wan' live
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| When you’re older with your kids
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| Ask your olders how it is
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| Parents evening with your children
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| Paigons still after your wig
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| Them stressed
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| There’s a myth
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| You’ll need more than a spliff
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| See it’s mad when you’re in the public eye but you’re not a public guy
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| Bangers for the party
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| Fuck it, I’m the party type
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| Swervin chicken heads
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| Who wan' date all the time
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| (KMT)
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| Got big release dates on my mind
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| Like my brother’s first day out
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| New album on the way out
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| Daniel Kaluuya, once you get out, beg you stay out
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| Life ain’t no card game
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| No use for them jokers
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| So cut off all them roaches
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| And fly over them vultures
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| And cling onto your focus
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| Grab the kush
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| I’m going in
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| Pack, just landed
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| This ain’t tuna in my tin
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| Stop racing everybody else
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| And start racing with yourself then
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| Even when you lose you kinda win
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| Look
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| Deal or no deal you can’t merk me
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| Deal or no deal a man’s certi
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| Deal or no deal you can’t verse me
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| Na, not with these verses
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| Dawg even if I took one I’ll be out before I’m 30
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| I ain’t old like them niggas
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| Or young like them fucking lost spitters
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| Who start rapping then tun' killers
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| Got me feeling proud that I made it
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| Through the era I did
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| Where music was a way out
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| Not a way to trap you in
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| Charted on my own and with a major felt the same king
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| Being signed
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| And being independent’s overrated
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| However life tun’s out
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| Them funds 'affi run now
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| What’s more important
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| The music or how it comes out
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| Weed and thoughts
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| This is just weed and thoughts
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| It’s just weed and thoughts
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| Late nights with my weed and thoughts
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| It’s just weed and thoughts
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| Weed and thoughts
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| This is just weed and thoughts
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| Weed and thoughts
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| This is just weed and thoughts
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| Weed and thoughts |