| I live it up like these are my last days
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| If time is money, I’m an hour past paid
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| Gunpowder in my hourglass
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| Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
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| I put it down like my hands hurtin'
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| I’m on a natural high, but I land perfect
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| Some of us are lovers, most of y’all haters
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| But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
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| So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
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| They say we learn from mistakes well that’s why they mistake me
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| I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it’s like feathers
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| All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
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| I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
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| 'Cause life is a movie that I’ve seen too many times
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| You’re on the outside looking in, close the blinds
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| And they say never say never, but fuck it never mind
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| I’ve been gone too long
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| True or false, right or wrong
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| Hello Weezy, welcome home
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| And I’mma blunt-blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my money growing, no matter where you’re goin'
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| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| I’mma blunt blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I-I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my money blowing, don’t matter I got more
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| And you don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| Stunna, I got 'em, I’m back on them bitches
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| All about my riches, my name should be Richard
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| Cut the bullshit out, I’m Edward with the scissors
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| Life is a choice, and death is a decision
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| Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
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| I still got the vision like a line between two dots
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| Young Money’s eating, the label getting fatter
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| And yeah, the tables turned, but I’m still sitting at 'em
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| I’m a bad motherfucker 'cause the good die young
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| Everybody selling dreams, I’m too cheap to buy one
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| Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
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| Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don’t hum
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| Big money, big money, deep pockets
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| Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
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| Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
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| East side, MOB Piru Damu
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| I’mma blunt-blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin'
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| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| I’mma blunt blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I-I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my money blowing, no matter where you going
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| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| Light that Ashton Kutcher, I’m a limit pusher
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| See y’all dead meat, and me I’m just a butcher
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| I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
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| And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her
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| You could look into the future, it’s right behind your eyelids
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| But I don’t wanna know, 'cause shit I like surprises
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| Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
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| Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
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| Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim (bitch)
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| Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
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| Young mula, skinnies and some Supras
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| Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker
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| Blunt-blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin'
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| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| I’mma blunt-blowin'
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| Polo drawers showin'
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| I don’t give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
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| With my money blowing, no matter where you going
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| You don’t need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass nigga
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| I’ve been gone too long
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| True or false, right or wrong
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| I’ve been gone too long
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| True or false, right or wrong
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| Said I’ve been gone too long
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| True or false, right or wrong
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| Hello Weezy, welcome home
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| It’s young mula, baby
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| Young mula, baby
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| Bitch I’ve been gone too long
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| True or false, right or wrong
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| Hello Weezy, welcome home |