| Slanging girlie in the morning early got the cash to rush
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| MOB and that’s a must, COD I got no trust
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| And I be b mf’n a million won’t last a month
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| All I need is one PNC and that’s enough and
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| And I ain’t even cranked up yet but bet I’m gassin up
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| When my prada pressed that pedal bitch you better fasten up
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| I exhale ash the blunt inhale a hundred tons
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| Not even a hundred one, couldn’t bring back how it was
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| When M brick was 17 and you ain’t had to rob your plug
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| Man rapping was an art now this shit a joke
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| Catch a couple dollar few jewels and some pussy
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| I’m getting a little too power drunk now I’m on that bullshit
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| I got a problem and a plan
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| Revolver in my hand
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| Tryin' to keep it cold
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| Bitch y’all won’t understand
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| That’s why I roll
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| That’s why I roll with the bible on the dash
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| That’s why I roll
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| That’s why I roll with the bible on the dash
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| Cuttin corners on coronas
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| Tryin' to buck up on a bonus
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| Out here on my lonely last stoggie,
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| But I’m focused now I know
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| Friends parallel to foe
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| And all that good pussy leave you parallel and broke
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| I aksed the pastor what’s the fastest way to heaven
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| For a bastard with a tonish past
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| Give me a honest answer
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| With all this Hannah Montana without the arm and hammer
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| Am I gonna get the slammer or the casket
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| Tryin' to keep a level head rolling on this rocky road
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| It’s a full time gig trying to keep this glock poled
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| I got the work, water and the pot need a hot stove
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| Vendor down as bitch in a squad down the road
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| I got a problem and a plan
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| Revolver in my hand
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| Tryin' to keep it cold
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| Bitch y’all won’t understand
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| That’s why I roll
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| That’s why I roll with the bible on the dash
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| That’s why I roll
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| That’s why I roll with the bible on the dash |