| All I do is rap about the fast life
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| You can’t relate
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| You need to get your cash right
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| I must have been a flashlight in my last life
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| Because all I do is shine
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| So blow me like a bagpipe
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| Woodgrain and gold chains
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| I’m shutting down traffic I’m switching four lanes
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| I’m hanging out the window every which way
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| Every nigga not a pimp but every bitch pay
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| I’m hard on these hoes like every single day
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| Now I gotta lot of bitches in a lot of different states
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| I get a lot of pussy but I never got to pay
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| All money in is all a nigga got to say
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| Ugh, now one time for my young grind
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| I spend hundreds I smoke quarters and I fuck dimes
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| Got no love for broke bitches with no drive
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| I dropped out but I done fine
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| Right, I know you heard about them stages I’ve been murdering
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| Lighting my swisha’s up as they roll in my room servicing
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| Them shopping spree’s all the fly shit I’m purchasing
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| Tattoo’s on my face because now I know I’ll never work again
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| Them pretty bitches that know what their sole purpose is
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| For them emotions they be working with
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| The Kush I’m blowing inside of the coupe that I’m swerving in
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| Nigga, ugh, Slauson Av
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| Ugh, South Central State of Mind nigga
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| Uh, it’s the leak volume 1
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| And this is where I’m coming from nigga |