| Yeah, yeah, I’m tryna go back in time, watch 'em freeze up
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| I’m tryna— I’ll smoke some herb, mamacita, yeah
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| Some things you say, I don’t believe you, yeah
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| These just the ways of the world, but we still takin' chances, yeah
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| These just the ways of the world, but a nigga still livin' (Will-A-Fool)
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| The way I’m shinin' every day, you might get blinded
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| I’m out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
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| If you don’t fuck with me, my nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river
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| I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
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| I never forget it
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| Hit my numbers, watch it pile up, I could hit the Lotto
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| I can guarantee you I’m the one they got they style from
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| Times is gettin' hard and my money got older
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| Droppin' back the top, I got the world on my shoulder
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| Over and over, gotta pour up, gotta roll up
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| Gotta cover up my war wounds, no time to be sober
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| Flawless clarity blindin' my demons
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| You givin' life a new meanin' when you dreamin'
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| On the block, we was schemin', servin' fiends and
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| Rollin' dice on the cement, yeah
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| I came from nothin', no, I don’t want from nothin'
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| They schemin' on my blessings, yeah
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| Could’ve been the devil, but maybe it was karma
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| Surrounded by the drama, oh, yeah
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| Need to get my conscience back
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| I can feel chronic in my chest
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m runnin' out of breath
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| Hustlin' until the sun come
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| Feelin' like the last Don left
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| The way I’m shinin' every day, you might get blinded
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| I’m out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
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| If you don’t fuck with me, my nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river (Dead)
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| I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
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| I never forget it, never forget it
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| Ain’t got no room for no mistakes, ain’t no flodging
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| It’s the road I took, it was cloudy, it was foggy
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| Pour four and I’ma smoke up like I’m Marley
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| It was cold I remember days I was hungry
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| Ran up, gettin' paid, nigga gettin' cocky
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| Give a fuck what a nigga say, pockets stocky
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| Came a long way from sellin' dope to ice rocky
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| All this platinum ice in the face, feelin' godly
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| When it’s said and done, I’ma make a billion like Kylie
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| Bitches feed me grapes because I’m grateful and I’m stylee
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| Ain’t got time to wait on niggas, I’m goin' to catch a body
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| Ain’t got time to wait on niggas, I’m goin' to catch a body
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| The way I’m shinin' every day, you might get blinded
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| I’m out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
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| If you don’t fuck with me, my nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river (Dead)
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| I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
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| I never forget it
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| Hit my numbers, watch it pile up, I could hit the Lotto
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| I can guarantee you I’m the one they got they style from |