| I’m home
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| Kush god, bitch
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| Rollin up a strong
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| Why?
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| Bring me all the chicken heads from Colorado to Morocco
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| I D’em up like Ibaka, sippin slow with my partners
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| Boulders on my finger, watch look quite similar
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| This a cinema when I pull and enter the spot
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| It’s bright lights so I get through the joint
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| Take a trip to Anne Arbor, check my Michigan joint
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| Kick my feet like I live in a joint
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| All hail kush god
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| Gotta feel me, can’t see me, need braile
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| These niggas ain’t real, they all characters
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| Bottom line there’s no challengers to challenge us cuz
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| Old nigga, new nigga, don’t matter to us
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| Throw these whack niggas right under the bus
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| Big face, my nigga check the dial
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| They google the flow, retweet the style
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| Double cup, a little ice, a lot of loud
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| Easy on the ice, I don’t like it watered down
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| Only time I drink Sprite it’s when it’s lean in it
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| Money so tall I could lean on it
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| If it ain’t low I ain’t seen in it
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| Rollin up and rollin up, I’m on the shim with it
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| Only purp, no dirt
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| Keep it cool little bro obey your thirst
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| Only purp, no dirt
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| Keep it cool little bro obey your thirst
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| Where the man it’s temple area’s where I plan to be
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| Every day I’m livin somebody’s fantasy
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| Homie got greedy in the hood and saw the slammer be
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| Like he was ballin and got his contract in the scheme
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| Standardly spillin, I gotta keep it a trillion
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| Sometimes it’s best to start over, ain’t nothing wrong with rebuilding
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| My hustler spirit, indulging a day
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| Still they want me to stay chill but chill don’t pay the bills
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| Pray I fall off but that’ll never happen
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| Homie this cool shit is everlasting
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| No matter where I’m at it’s the block I mastered
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| Narcotic swap, sold large amounts of gwop
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| Hustling hard, trying to take it to the top
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| It’s always time to get money on my clock
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| It’s always time to get fly and go shop
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| When life gets you boiling hot I pour up a cup |