| Oh yeah…
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| DJ Drama…
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| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
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| I’m still going, gangster
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| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
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| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell)
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| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s
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| Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit
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| Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip
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| J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I’m lifted
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| I’m finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags so keep your lip zipped
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| Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
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| Pull it when the pen lit, that’s a good drag
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| He be high off it in a minute, and that’s a good bag
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| I got it from my Cali plug and she’s a dentist
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| Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it, no look pass
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| That’s too gassy, sulfuric acid, girl you nasty
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| Now the lips of this spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick
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| You could just have it, but you still got a fatty
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| Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion
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| J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (madness)
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| Silly cockroaches don’t forget the Glock is closer to me
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| So when you approach him or greet him do it with kosher (kosher)
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| We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up
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| Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup
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| Told you one time, I ain’t gon' do molly with you but
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| You so fine, I’d try and do some molly off your bu-, heheheh
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| I ain’t tryna sabatoge your killer vibe
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| I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside
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| But in your mind, I be wildin' and I’m high out of my mind
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| Ayy, look
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| Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up
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| My cup runneth over, theirs ain’t full enough
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| They bad, but that ain’t good enough
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| They mad 'cause they ain’t half of what I’m cookin' up
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| Taraji out in line, giving cookies a plug in my supply
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| Need a jumper cable, why?
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| Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
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| Who won’t shush me up, I heard he got that fire
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| Gon' kush me up, I’m gone
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| Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky
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| Gon' look me up
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| She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking cushy in the jaw
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| Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
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| See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal
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| You’s a rookie, I’ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car
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| I got beef with my connect, I’m vexed
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| 'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect
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| Not upset, I ain’t trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best
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| Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes
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| This not a bogie, you already know the smell
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| Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health
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| If you know me, then know that I already got some L’s
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| Smoke some OG, so you can smoke that reggie by yourself
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| Ha, I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
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| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
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| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell)
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| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s (Face L’s)
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| Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail
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| J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out
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| They studying the methods, tell them 'pass the sesh now'
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| I’m a walking legend walking with my chest out
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| Please babe don’t you push me 'cause I’m off the X, yo
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| My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs
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| You hooked up on my findings, I’m hooked on this Kim, though
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| I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald
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| Look y’all ain’t ready for this, I’m back spasmin'
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| Chain too heavy, it’s giving me back spasm
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| Pardon the sarcasm, inside it’s all pessim'
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| I rides the beat until it have a bargasm, pregnant pause
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| Bitch I might shoot the club up
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| I’m way too raw, I’m going in without a rubber
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| I’m smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
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| While I hold this Mac-11 screaming «fuck twelve»
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| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
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| I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
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| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell (You can’t tell)
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| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s (Face L’s)
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| I’m trapped in my mind, I need help
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| I sit back and recline, and inhale
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| Bitch I’m back on my grind, you can’t tell
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| When I hit the spliff, only time we face L’s
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| Right up…
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| That’s what you call generations… and generation now…
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| Know that! |
| J.I.D |