| My dodge dressed up like a starship
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| Smokin' and I’m floatin' like I’m on a magic carpet
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| Eat a xany bar and I chase it with captain Morgan
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| I hit the night life, so I can see what’s on the market
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| See me tippin' out the darkness, lookin' sharp
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| It’s a feature when the speakers like so much I play the organ
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| Take 'em to church, give 'em the works, with every verse
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| I spit I put my heart in and my hand is like a shark’s fit
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| I’m bad like a white LL, homie, I’m I-L-L
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| I put some purple off inside my L
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| I wish that you could see how high I feel
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| You wanna drink, you got the right idea
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| So here’s to another lifetime, cheers
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| Hundred dollar bills will help me dry my tears
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| Sayonara, see you later haters, bye-bye fear
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| I ain’t switched and went Hollywood homie I’m right here
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| Without y’all or nothin', got the latest fillet
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| Maybe it’s the taste of music and the way we was raised
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| Or the fact that we was trappin' found a way to escape
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| Through rap music, and thats beautiful ain’t it today
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| I woke up and saw the sun sky high like it’s g mo b
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| Prayin' everyday to G.O.D.
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| Thankin' him for every single thing I G.O.T.
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| Now follow me and we can all go to the T.O.P.
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| I said, come with me, we can drift away
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| Some-sometimes life can be in disarray
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| So anyone who wanna come participate
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| We can all get high together, we can drift away
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| I said, come with me we can drift away
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| Sometimes life can be in disarray
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| So anyone who wanna come participate
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| We can all get high together, we can drift away
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| Now let’s go, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Roll it up, let’s go, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| We could be on top of the world like 8 ball and MJG, shit
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| Seemed way more simple in them days
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| I try to restore the feelin' by chiefing some weed
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| My speakers beating like a drummer when they playing the djembe
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| Scarface, Outkast, Biggie and Eminem was my Sensei
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| I listened and I polished my skills, for years
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| I steal the will to make it up hills and valleys
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| And now it’s finally time for me to make an imprint date
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| Ready? |
| I hope I’m ready too I’m sick of being hypothetical
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| When talkin' 'bout makin' it, it’s pathetic shit
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| I’m 32 the years in the struggle is unforgettable
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| You got a dream, I hope you live to see it comin' true
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| Feelin' like I was unconscious finally comin' to
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| Either that or the negativity’s out of view
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| Looking at living now from a different altitude
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| It’s shocking this positivity shit is powerful
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| High as fuck, head in the clouds I’m sittin' powder blue
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| And it great no more and the same goes for
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| My future finally lookin' brighter and ain’t it great homeboy
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| Me and my homies gettin' paper like a Staples store
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| Woke up this morning saw the sun sky high like it’s g mo b
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| Prayin' everyday to G.O.D.
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| Thankin' him for every single thing I G.O.T.
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| Now follow me and we can all go to the T.O.P. |