| Can’t afford to sleep, yeah I know
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| I been rolling dope, pray this blunt is gonna put me in the zone
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| Oh, motherfuckers weak, yeah I know
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| Moving on my own cause I know they probably plotting on the low
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| Aye shit been getting deep, yeah I know
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| Losing all control, life’s a bitch, got me up against the ropes
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| I ain’t ever finding peace, yeah I know
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| Best that I can do is spread around a couple million fore I go
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| Fuck the memories, I’m tryna make a hundred thousand
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| Don’t have enemies, they dead to me, don’t wonder bout them
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| Don’t wanna make it to the top, it’s too fucking crowded
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| With snakes, roaches and vultures and undercover prowling
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| Tryna take my all, break my balls
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| Crack me under pressure and debate my flaws
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| Like we the same at all, don’t need the prying judging eyes
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| I’m anxious, on the move, so I’m probably hard to find
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| Cause I wanna see it all today, don’t wanna wait
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| If you ain’t making money then fuck all you got to say
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| I’ma make a million fore I take a holiday
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| Cause you ain’t got the bread to keep it they gon take it all away
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| I’m probably paranoid but shit it probably keep me safe
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| I’ll probably take the blade so that I got it just in case
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| I admit I want a lot, I’ll never change, aye
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| I’ma get the Benz and then the Range, aye
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| So, what I’m tryna do?
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| I’m tryna make a million while I’m off a blunt or two
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| Slap the devil cross the face, bitch I had enough of you
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| Had me thinking I would fail but now I’m onto something new
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| I don’t crack a smile if I ain’t off of one at least
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| Past couple weeks spent a couple hundred on the weed
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| That I’m puffing just for peace, fuck it nothing come for free
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| I feel it’s only minutes till I’m jumping off the deep
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| I heard the riches come with a disease, I’m aware
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| But I ain’t the type to listen, gotta see it, I don’t care
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| It’s something evil lurking, I can feel it in the air
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| I’ll be pulling back the curtain if ever make it there
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| Yeah, bitch I’m out of hope, out of smoke, out of time
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| Motherfuck the world, and if it kill me, don’t revive
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| Love for all my brothers, yeah they told me I’ma rise
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| Gotta get it, if I don’t they told a lie, aye |