| Yo, I woke up and rolled one
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| Smoke blunts till I got broke lungs
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| Without it life be no fun
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| Nah I don’t fuck with no one
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| I keep shit to myself
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| And nah I never got no help
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| Been depressed, down and overwhelmed
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| Feels like I’m jumping over hell
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| Yall can watch me smoke an L
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| While I be strutting on the sidewalk
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| Laughing at labels that treating that rappers like livestock
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| Man fuck em, I got my dogs
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| All yall faggots can eyeball
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| Waving at em like «Hi Yall»
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| I take a dab and I fly off
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| My Fault
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| Everybody wanna be the motherfucking man with the mic
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| Passed out with a handfull of vikes
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| Sounds like I’m down for the night
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| Ouch Yikes
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| Smoke weed by the pound
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| I’m underground till I found out what I sound like
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| Hit the crowd with the pow pow, make em down size
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| Finna hit the rig with a little loud
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| And I’m out guys, fuck it
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| Pulled up in this bitch with my loudmouth runnin
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| Ain’t nobody hear you with your child size ruckus
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| And you rap too kid? |
| Ha wow thats funny
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| Too bad you a bitch and your rapstyles sucky
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| Finna bounce like bunnies, Dipping out this ho
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| Fuck walking in, I’m kicking down that door
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| Not without my dough, I be right back
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| Hating on my shit yall be like that, uh
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| Okay, Yall be like that
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| Goin' talk that shit right behind backs
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| Like propane, Yall be like gas
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| Hold aim, Throw flames. |
| Yall be like that
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| Said Okay, Yall be like that
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| Goin' talk that shit right behind backs
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| Like propane, Yall be like gas
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| Hold aim, Throw flames. |
| Yall be like that
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| Yall be like that
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| Like that (x5)
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| Yall be like that
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| Like that (x5)
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| Yall be like that
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| Like that (x5)
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| Yall be like that
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| Fuck em |