| Well if it isn’t them purple smoking, swerving
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| Deeper than the ocean, higher than the birds
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| I speak it into motion, be cheefing like a stoner
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| But sleep with the emotions of feeling like a loner
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| Put it in the air with the squad, good God we faded
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| High, tryna figure out how we made it
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| Mogs tryna figure out how I knew
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| Living life, how I like, that’s just how I do
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| Ain’t got rid of my bitch, though she creeping on me
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| Whole time I’m more worried ‘bout who sleeping on me
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| Negative I don’t believe, so don’t speak it on me
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| I’m the man, ain’t a mother fucking secret homie
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| I got the Backwoods and we cheefing homie
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| The Triple Sevens my squadron still
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| And keep it moving with the drama, bitch
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| Let’s make it clear that I’m tryna chill
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| And I’m never in a rush
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| When I’m with your bitch I duck, cause she probably finna bust
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| Lying means I give a fuck, to me honesty is clutch
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| Fuck around and hit it once, that’ll probably be enough
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| And I’ll probably be above the fuck shit
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| A nigga with substance, what up to the Village
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| Niggas built it from nothing, a dream and a little assumption
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| Left her friends for my crib on some literal fuck shit
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| What up bitch
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| Day and night I pray that I could find the tools to face this life on my own
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Why lie, I try but I’d rather be left alone
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| Well if it isn’t that OG smoking purple potion
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| Soulo Ho, so much commotion
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| I wrote songs with so much devotion
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| I’m wavy, I flow in the ocean motion
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| I’m crazy, my brain an insane asylum
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| Obey me, I’m Godly and omnipotent
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| Uranus as plain as the game without him
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| Him being I, seeing eye’m so focused
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| Black lip pastor, hazard hazard
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| The resonant frequency if matter matters
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| Backwoods, extra pills, seals untampered
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| With, Whit, have my shit right when I land sir
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| I drew the landscape and I won by a landslide
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| Everything’s mine when I land and my mind’s a land mine
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| I know you can’t comprehend the Son of Man
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| That’s on my mom and them, yup
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| Kembe X, Ab-Soul and the dash separate the B-S
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| My delivery’s so TDE, I was a app away from U.P.S
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| As I unfold, these brand new socks and drawers I want it all
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| Don’t let me enter my zone
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| I just wanna hit the ATM and enter my code
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| Day and night I pray that I could find the tools to face this life on my own
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Why lie, I try but I’d rather be left alone
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| When in my zone
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| My life is like a road with highs and lows
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| Put me in the spotlight I’m like a rose
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| How high it grows
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| My life is like a road with highs and lows
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| And can’t you see that my vibe is like a rose
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| As I unfold, as I unfold
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| As I unfold (x3) |