| Sippin' on lean I fill up the tank
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| Laughin' so much on my way to the bank
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| Numbin' the pain with the codeine and drank
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| I never gave a fuck about a thing
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| Drugs turn me savage, made me a monster
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| Pull up in a Benz bitch I pull up in a Tucker
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| I’m so addicted I cannot go stop it
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| Run out of drugs I’m running out of options
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| Perc 45 with the JR’s
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| Spray your lil' block with the AR’s
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| Gettin' too high you can’t keep up
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| I’m so high I saw Jesus
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| All of these fuckers wanna be us
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| All of these fuckers tryna copy us
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| New foreign car with the angel dust
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| I’m still stuck in a maze
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| I know that it comes with a risk
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| Call the plug, he don’t miss
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| Roll a blunt and take a hit
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| Smokin' on OG and takin' these dabs
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| Smiling and taking how I lived in th past
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| Pouring up my pain in the glass
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| I’m in the space, I’m in tranc
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| I’m so high I can’t land
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| Give a fuck about your mens
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| Shit is fucking up my plans
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| Shit is messin' with my liver
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| Shit is messin' with my livin'
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| I cannot breathe I just jitter
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| Anxiety make me jitter
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| Hope this ain’t my last breath |
| Gotta watch out for the drugs, same how I watch for the feds
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| What’s next
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| I guess countin' up checks
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| X, leaves me perplexed
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| Like breezy no mess
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| This shit ain’t easy, no way
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| Hope we gon' be okay
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| Codeine with rose'
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| Double G with no spades
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| You left a gap with no space
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| Yeah
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t see
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t see
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| Sippin' on lean I fill up the tank
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| Laughin' so much on my way to the bank
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| Numbin' the pain with the codeine and drank
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| I never gave a fuck about a thing
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| Drugs turn me savage, made me a monster
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| Pull up in a Benz bitch I pull up in a Tucker
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| I’m so addicted I cannot go stop it
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| Run out of drugs I’m running out of options
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| Perc 45 with the JR’s
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| Spray your lil' block with the AR
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| Gettin' too high you can’t keep up
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| I’m so high I saw Jesus
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| Hey, hold' up
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| Bitch we gon' roll up
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| Takin' too much I might throw up
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| Give a fuck about your glow up
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| Blow up
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| That’s what we gon' do
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| You couldn’t guess what I go through, makin' these bands I’m in France with the |
| How I rap it, shit’s so smooth
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| Boutta flex on your whole crew
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| Yeah your squad, is a no crew
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| Sippin' lean, sippin' on screw
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| Smokin' weed, in the hotel room
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| I be so high like I’m on the moon
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| She wants to smoke weed, just come through
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| Pull up on me
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| She wanna the smoke weed, just come through
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| Pull up on me
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| ReMark |