| Another saturday, sun goin down
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| Still bright enough for you to wipe your car off though
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| Find the car keys
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| On the low like a ground effects kit
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| 20/20 for chronic in this bitch
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| Took my drivers seat out, put a throne in my shit
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| We street kings, concrete castles, penthouses is lavish
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| It was established I could have it when I met her, but
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| I ain’t even gon' fuck
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| Just gon' bend a corners on a couple my homies
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| See what the gas man got for me
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| Light one at the light, as I got on the highway
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| Passenger occupied by pretty eyes half open
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| Cause she been smokin'
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| That girl so high, that girl on fire for a rider
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| Now she right on side one
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| Cars with the boomin' system (8x)
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| S10 blazers, dancing beds
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| I used to draw em on my looseleaf papers
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| Now the proof is on the pavement
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| We made it we major
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| We turned people who used to be cool with us into haters
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| So? |
| can’t be scared to grow, they want you afraid to shine
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| Cause they too pussy to try
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| I’m paid cuz, I said do when you said die
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| I laid down log, paid dues, bend rules, never lie
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| Tony made what he could on the side
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| Never turned on you frank
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| Just tried to add a couple zeros to the bank
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| But you know how that went
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| Ambition to get tigers at the crib and all types of crazy shit |