| Catch me ass naked, windows ceiling, Caesar’s palace
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| Just a role, feeling like Alice in a rabbit hole
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| My bitch look like she from Maxim yo
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| Spit the type of shit your dad’ll quote
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| Since I went on tour with Rock you niggas think I’m rich
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| Nah dog, you still look like a lick
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| And yo bitch, she still be on my dick
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| My homies still be out here making flips
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| My cup, it still do got a couple sips
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| As if you ain’t know that
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| Ashing a blunt in a Mercedes Benz floor mat
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| The color srirachi, with rapping I’m cocky
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| My bloodline has got me so many fucking horses
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| That I look like a jockey, a flatline couldn’t stop me
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| That’s on my life, I eat drugs, sleep drugs
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| So these lil niggas know that I speak drugs
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| When they at my shows, downloading my tapes
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| Now that I rap I got this white actress on a date
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| I’ll probably fuck it up, just a nigga anyway
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| But I changed my everyday from sitting on Park
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| Selling dimes of weed, from the sun turn to dark
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| Now I’m rolling up my drugs when the tour bus is parked
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| It’s life nigga
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| Got the government tryna brainwash us
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| And them coppers tryna to clock us nigga
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| But they wonder why they can’t stop us
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| Our own mother’s couldn’t watch us nigga
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| Out late tryna regulate (x4)
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| Time to regulate
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| It’s time to regulate (x6)
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| Feeling like Tony before he made the call
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| To kill Sosa’s man and end it all
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| He took that nigga life for what he felt was right
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| Died the same night
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| Fuck it, I’m with it, you know I dug the commitment
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| Ended the same way for the paper and my clique
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| In the same Bimmer tears was shed by Money Mitch
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| With a honey bitch, she putting wax in a joint
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| Twisting a honey spliff
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| In the pursuit of money life has come to this
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| Shit… |