| I’m on probation I can’t smoke too much!
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| Rollin through the streets almost sobered up
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| 7 am and they know whatsup
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| We be on the rise they just waking up
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| No i don’t supply i just smoke it up
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| You got the wrong guys you don’t know bout us
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| This shit be too smooth for me to take it all
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| Are you gonna break or fall? |
| Na i’d rather hit the stage with y’all
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| Bloaw, bloaw. |
| Once i finish school i’ll take you on a tour ow
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| Ow started trying less and started getting more!
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| And this ones for the nights spent on the floor
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| Anything to move around this world
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| It’s that mista fel they all know me well
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| Them subs be low as hell
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| Everybody show love now
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| We oklahoma bound
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| Roll it up and blow that loud
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| Feeling so strange they never own up to the shit that they say
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| Do what i do what just to keep from my grave
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| Sliding through the bus stops
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| All bloodshot
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| They be coming for my blood don’t buss shots
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| No no
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| Down in montego bunnin right pon the dock
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| We respect dem and dem respect us, oyyyyy!
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| Said it’s that indie promo
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| That empty solo
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| So cal as cholos
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| I move bicoastal
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| I cut that choke hold
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| Doing better than i ever done
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| Young fel be the medicine
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| Finna get 6 figures for my stepson
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| Tell em move to the left we the next ones
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| It don’t stop til the end come
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| Tell get some get some, get
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| Some cops be trying to arrest us, depress us
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| We the the ones without the weapons, good heavens
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| Rock the stage until the people gimme love like i don get none damn
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| (Hook) |