| Smoking and blowing and choking on reefer
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| I swear to God that I feel like Kalifah
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| There’s so much smoke that I need me a breather
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| This ain’t sativa baby this the sleeper
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| Sip some tequila for diesel
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| I’m at war with these demons I need me some Jesus
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| I scare at the steeple cause I’m a believer
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| And I know some people that died from a needle
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| High as the fucking sky
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| Welcome to the other side
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| This that cocaine lullaby
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| How to pimp a butterfly
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| Got partners that fighting cases
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| Partners that’s try’na play me
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| More partners that’s acting shady
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| But hide behind smiling faces
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| This game is so cold and I put that on everything
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| It’s part of the show
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| That’s what they keep on telling me
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| The people you know are the ones with jealousy
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| But I gotta go
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| This shit’s out of control
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| All my friends are losers
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| All of us are users
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| There is no excuses the game is so ruthless
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| The truth is the bottom is where we belong
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| Oohh, oohh
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| The bottom is where we belong
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| Oohh, oohh
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| The bottom is where we belong
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| Now listen here bubba
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| If I say it I mean it
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| If I tell you a donkey’s finna shit ice cream
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| You should grab a bucket and a spoon
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| If I tell you a jackrabbit can pull a house
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| You better get that little motherfucker a harness, you hear me
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| Every time that I walk out the door
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| Put one in the chamber and pray to the lord
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| I found my peace preparing for war
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| Keep checking the rear-view, I’m so paranoid
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| Come from the bottom where talk is cheap
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| All of my partners are still in the streets
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| Did this for Chizzle, may he rest in peace
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| Came out the dirt like a pair of cleats
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| Rose from the crack, straight out the bottom
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| The police is watching, hot as a sauna
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| Do all that talking, deal with the drama
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| And end up with trauma, that’s on my mama
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| I’m with the bullshit, don’t want no problems
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| Why do the men always wanna gossip?
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| But all the women always keep it solid
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| Don’t even bother I won’t even hollar
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| All my friends are losers
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| All of us are users
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| There is no excuses the game is so ruthless
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| The truth is the bottom is where we belong
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| Oohh, oohh
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| The bottom is where we belong
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| Oohh, oohh
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| The bottom is where we belong |