| Keep the E in it
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| Chevies on switches
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| Smoking weed in it, girl don’t post me in your-
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| Fuck opinions up
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| Them buildings reaching high into the night sky
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| Reality for me now was just a dream for me at one time
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| Imagine myself up hill full of weed and looking down
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| At the goings on of the town, sipping my brown
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| I might get dressed and mess around
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| Come play the crib, play these beats write a playlist
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| That’s what the fuck I did
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| Can’t keep giving you niggas everything, I got a kid
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| Everything that I got is really his
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| Y’all look here it’s way deeper than what you wear
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| Closet full of designer still living with your mama
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| I swear you niggas weird
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| Need to just start wearing clown wigs
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| Make it known, stop trying to blend in be the fuck who you is
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| Chevies on switches baby
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| Smoking weed in it, don’t post me in your pictures
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| If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
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| I told her rule number one don’t talk about me around your nigga
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| Yeah I am suspicious we be hitting switches on Chevies, highway dealing
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| Loose lips sink ships, my ship ain’t sinking
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| (Again ladies and gentlemen it’s time to recline your seats)
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| My objective is to win since the begin
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| Back when cash money got that whip shit from 310
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| It was inspiring to see them
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| I always knew I would thumb through my own millions
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| Knew that I was grinding for a reason
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| Local radio was sleeping on them but I didn’t need them
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| They woke up to the sound of my Pirelli tires screeching
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| To the airport speeding, rich off the game I learned from my poor righteous
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