| Sitting in bed, hypnotized by the weed smell
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| Just got off the phone with my brother that’s in jail
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| So I inhale
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| Train of thought, high like the third rail
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| Got rich off of one sale, fees like Easel
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| I talk through the email, dodging the slug shells
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| But niggas don’t know till they lungs fail
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| I found ya body out in the dirt trail
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| Cause I be OT getting coke for wholesale
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| My mind is produced by this paradise
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| The shit that I live, I probably live it twice
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| That nigga’s rocking jewels but you can’t fight
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| Until I got the four in ya mouth and take flight
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| I’m possessed by a demon
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| And in yo bitch, I’ll leave semen
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| Freddy Cougar, nightmare dreaming
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| Codeine and Sprite, leaning
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| Hold up
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| We got that real shit right here
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| We stepping up high to this year
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| Grown man rap with no fear
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| We telling all of y’all, stand clear
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| Hold up
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| We got that real shit right here
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| We stepping up high to this year
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| Grown man rap with no fear
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| We telling all of y’all, stand clear
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| Hold Up
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| More bottles getting thrown at a drunk thug
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| One slug, put ya frame by this chrome dub
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| Fuck a pig, you dig while I dug
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| Make it clear Illa flow with a pen used drugs
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| Get back here, see I’m like the future of last year
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| Volcanic beats, cause the beats get stabbed here
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| Drug like a advare, animal often
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| See I hate arguing, I spar with a squadron
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| Chopped five sergeants, my life is a black tent
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| Ghetto made marksman, I’m still starving to pay rent
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| Illa is the best homie, nothing is adjacent
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| My raps have been to a radio station
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| Moves is a statement, bullets do maintenance
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| power like a God, that’s what Satan is
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| I am the hand that smacks bitches and relationships
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| I’m taken over because I never liked the waiting list |