| Time’s like these people wanna get high
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| Real high and real fast
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| And this is gonna do it
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| And make us rich
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| Until I make that double X.L., them critics tell me I ain’t nice
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| Said I ain’t doing it right until I cop myself some ice
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| But I’m a blood diamond, either way I shine bright
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| I break bread with my family, even if it was a slice
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| But I’m working on my loaf, being broke ain’t no joke
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| Before this rap shit I used to hit the flyest hoes
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| Way before this rap shit my good game been Polo
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| And they tell my I ain’t shit until I’m sitting on twenty-four's
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| Ain’t that cold, getting whipped over with a trunk full of O’s
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| He on his last leg, three strikes plus parole
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| That’s just another story 'bout a kid who tryna' blow
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| No Bruce Leroy but bet this ghetto boy glow
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| And I’m the people’s choice, bet I make 'em pass the torch
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| The ball in my court, free my niggas who got court
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| I’m riding on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
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| You know, us against the world, me and my girl, and I’m out |