| Take a seat, that nigga D is at your service
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| I never get nervous unless I’m wondering where the herb is
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| I don’t sell but I purchase, I try to find the finest
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| Nowadays the weed will have you way behind the minus
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| I’m not really highly paid but they say I’m best braided
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| Still wreck the show even though I get faded
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| Have I made it? |
| Naw, but the game is not final
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| Devin still comin wit his thang up in ya spinal
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| I know niggas gon talk and the bitches gon gossip
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| But I keep rockin til a nigga make a profit
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| They can’t stop it with the rumors cuz the Dude make albums
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| If you don’t cut the cheque suck a dick you can’t have’em
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| You gotta get yours, they gon get theirs
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| Get some money in your hands just in case the plan fails
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| Cuz once you in you in, you can’t bail, you know what
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| Gotta get what you can get and make it swell and blow up
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| Like that
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| I write a verse, do a song, sing a ringtone
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| Anything to keep you on my dingaling bone
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| D is in the house and I don’t think that he is leaving
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| Cuz he’s over in the corner marijuana swissa sweetin
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| And he’s feeding hoes dick, like he does everyday
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| The peach fuzz on his nuts now long in the gray
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| Say what you wanna say you’re only old as you feel
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| B-boy took my soul and I can still win deal
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| And I can still send chills thru yo body
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| I take it out then wipe it off and I’m audi
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| Then I’m back again, the motor hot still hummin
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| 20 years and runnin yeah the nigga still comin
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| Like that |