| Aye, aye
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| I’m high, fighting this gravitational pull
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| Unique, removed from this invitational wool
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| Under the sun but I’m never losing my cool
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| On my son I’m never losing to you
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| I don’t lease beats I got the best in the game
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| The range of talent was made and it’s staged for the pain
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| It’s strangest thing was the rage that I managed to slay
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| Since the day in that month that I managed to claim
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| Leave weed on my fleece when I’m gone don’t cremate
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| My bones in the earth like stems in the pack
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| Rob me? |
| You dead, a king like Rodney
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| «Kill 'em Andy!» |
| 10−4 copy, Xerox
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| Lob me a back and I’ma flip it through the system like a proxy
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| And who gon' stop me?
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| Fuck a op, cop a spot, hoard money, that’s me
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| Fast cars, fast broads, had to leave 'em empty nigga
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| We stay high, don’t come down
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| With my niggas all today, aye aye
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| Getting paid aye aye, yuh
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| We stay high, don’t come down
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| With my niggas all today, aye aye
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| Getting paid aye aye, yuh
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| Aye, quit trying to play us dummy
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| Go and find purpose
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| I had double C purses follow two or three hearses
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| Relations, cut up
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| Calls, run up
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| Dawg, get done up
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| Barry Bonds stunner hitter
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| Whole bottle fuck my liver
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| Paws on her chinchilla
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| Super head straight offender
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| We was in the restroom
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| Little baggy action had my willy in her costume
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| Picture perfect posture had to keep her as an heirloom
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| We stay high, don’t come down
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| With my niggas all today, aye aye
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| Getting paid aye aye, yuh
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| We stay high, don’t come down
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| With my niggas all today, aye aye
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| Getting paid aye aye, yuh |