| I’m feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet
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| Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set
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| I’m feelin it through the high that you get from the lie
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| Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky
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| I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it
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| Cristal on ice I like to toast I keep on spillin it
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| Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this
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| On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit
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| Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch
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| And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick
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| Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but
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| Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
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| We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up
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| I’m 'bout to hit these niggas wit some shit that a light they life up
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| If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged
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| Nobody will fall cause everyone would be each others crutches
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| I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it
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| These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it
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| Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint
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| If y’all niggas ain’t talkin 'bout large money what’s the point?
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| Even if it ain’t sunny hey I ain’t complainin
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| I’m in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty
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| (Where you disappear son?)
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| Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain’t in
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| I’m livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin
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| Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool
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| I’m thorough in every boro my name be ringin
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| Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and
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| Ya Feelin it? |
| to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks
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| No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit
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| 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit
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| And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit
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| And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit
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| Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit
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| These fake rappers cant really know I’m lovin it ya feelin it
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| What y’all ain’t heard that nigga Jay high?
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| The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch
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| I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I’d stop
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| Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot
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| Those nightmares mom
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| Those dreams you say you got give me the chills
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| But these mils make me hot y’all feel me
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| Enough to stop the illin right?
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| But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight
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| I’m so confused
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| OK I’m gettin weeded now I know I’m contradicting myself
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| Look I don’t need that now
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| It just once in a blue moon when there’s nothin to do and
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| The tension’s too thick for my sober mind to cut through
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| I get to zonin, me and the chick on the island and we’re bonin'
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| I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin
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| Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man
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| It got me goin shit |