| Please don’t think cause I smoke a lil more than a lot that I’m slipping
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| Any point in time a nigga tripping
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| About fifteen deep, me and my gang of misfits
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| We been smoking, we been sipping, and we looking for the mischief
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| My word is bond, we keep it calm as long as you play it cool
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| Just like the breeze, inhaling weed, exhaling jewels
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| Like the logo on my hooded sweatshirt
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| Niggas bitches giving head until they fucking necks hurt
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| Couldn’t please her, now she skeezing, know you did your best work
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| For what it’s worth the haze was just a phase, more sour, more purp
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| Just stay one up on your pimping, stay out other niggas business
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| Roll and smoke up on ya winnins, only worrying 'bout them digits
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| Do you feel me? |