| Yeah…
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| This real shit…
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| Nah, Fo real…
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| Uh, Yeah…
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| I thank God that I graduated,
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| I Thank this Liquer cause it got me faded,
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| I Couldn’t breathe now I’m ventilated,
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| I been real I ain’t never hated,
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| I luh this weed cause it’s so amazing,
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| Yeah
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| Don’t give a fuck how you feel,
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| I only fuck what’s real,
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| From the bottom to the top of the hill,
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| I know some bitches that been poppin' a pill,
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| This a story about a nigga that’s been chasin' the skrill,
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| Yeah,
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| You ever woke up broke?
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| Wit no weed to smoke?
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| No heat, had to sleep in your coat?
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| Last thing you wanna hear is a joke,
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| Asking God fo hope,
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| I’m reciting every thing that I wrote.
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| I can tell you 'bout the shit I do,
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| About the shit I does,
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| Couldn’t see me but there I was,
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| A young nigga tryna get that buzz,
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| Sippin' Liquer til I feel that buzz,
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| Whoo,
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| Them forties all in the sink,
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| Hit the blunt erry time I blinked,
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| A’only way I could think,
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| I had enough to finna pour me a drink,
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| I’m goin in til I rock that mink,
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| Mofukka,
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| They try to tell me this life ain’t sweet,
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| How the fuck I got a cavity den?
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| Every night, getting it in
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| Livin' life where the fuck you been?
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| I’m takin' off like the wind, Nigga Yeah, Uh
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| I do this shit for mah fans,
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| I do this shit for mah city,
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| I do this shit for anybody that’s wif me.
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| They 'ont like it when you tatted and gritty,
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| But fuck' it tho,
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| I never show em no pitty.
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| I ain’t had shit but a fuckin' dream,
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| A’couple tattoos and some ripped jeans,
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| A’couple pairs of shoes that I kept clean,
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| A’couple raw joints just to blow steam.
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| You ever drank liquer til you pass’d out?
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| You ever thrown stones at a glass house?
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| You ever swiped a card but it’s maxed out?
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| Cain’t wait til the day I’m pullin racks out,
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| Yeah
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| They can never stop my grind,
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| Never stop my shine,
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| All that bullshit I lef it behind,
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| Now I’m chillin, sippin' beautiful wine,
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| And my pockets is fine,
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| Get it straight like a spine.
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| Mofukka
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| They try to tell me this life ain’t sweet,
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| How the fuck I got a cavity den?
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| Every night, getting it in
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| Livin' life where the fuck you been?
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| I’m takin' off like the wind, Nigga |