| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (My homie)
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I think the music and the weed the only ones I trust
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| Ashes to ashes
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| Yeah (Jet Life)
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| Two hundred plus miles mansion
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| Rest in peace Princess Diana
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| Speeding through tunnels in London ducking cameras
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| Just an underground that didn’t expect this to happen
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| I realize that I’m with my homie Don Cannon
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| He been traveling, his lifestyle provided by rapping
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| Hip-hop put me in the drop-top, digital trapping
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| Who you really mad with?
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| Seem like you ain’t really want me to have this
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| But I copped that motherfucker and I’m smoking gas in it
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| Blowing money fast in it
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| Hustle hustle then I’m restacking it
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| Yeah yeah bitch pickin' up bags
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| My Phantom was just waxed
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| Paint look like wet glass, get your shit together
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| Original jet setters
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| Them mainstream rappers
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| Knowing that they looking in my direction for direction
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| We’ll get into that shit on the next one
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| After the hook I’m in their chest son
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Thank God for the music and my weed
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I think the music and the weed the only ones I can trust
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Thank God for the music and…
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| Why you got that Where you that from?
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| Seen that before, you know you stole that from son
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| I ain’t tripping off that 'cause I got more of them
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| In the wine cellar laid up, I’m just storing them
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| Crafting these books, pages get torn from the book
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| But the real essence can’t be took
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| A lot of niggas in the games are sharing my lane
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| 'Cause I thought we was the same but you proved yourself lame
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| Back in the lab cheffing up that cocaine in my notepad
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| All good woe, that’s just your bad, yeah
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| Once you cross the underground you can’t go back, you know that
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Thank God for the music and my weed, yup
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Thank God for the music and the weed |