| Gettin' mad high was a lowlife
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| Now I meet the connect, what is this lowlife?
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| When I get on the ride, know what the road like
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| I’m just tryna travel the world see what the globe like
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| If you getting knocked by the police, know what the code like
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| You dont ask for none, but a phone call
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| Fuckin with niggas that break your bones off
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| They gon' run up in the crib n' cut the phones off
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| It gets scary seeing the infrared
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| Gun sings a song n' you in the bed
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| It was an alibi, you was nullified
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| Im just tryna flow like a butterfly
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| Staying out the way run it up or you runnin' line
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| With them dumb niggas that are fool when it comes to time
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| But Ima buss it off when it come to mine
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| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah
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| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
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| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
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| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning
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| Just in black, load that piece
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| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep
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| Tony!
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| Used to move work off the next town
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| While I receive a hustler, all I did was crack sales
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| I dont care about you
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| 40 at the jeweler, homie this is nut sales
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| Brown bag lifestyle, tryin go legit
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| Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick
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| Trapped into 3 shooters, first round pick
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| All of them thirsty, they just tryna get a lick
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| Used to had a shawty on side of the back
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| 100k under the mattress I slept on the bread
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| Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead
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| Had my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig
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| Where I’m from you hustlers starve
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| And staying alive is like a fulltime job
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| Before you send me to hell, Ima send you to god
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| Playa reach out from the deck but still playin' my cards
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| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah
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| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
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| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
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| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning
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| Just in black, load that piece
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| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep
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| Nobody looking to die young
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| But its a few smart niggas that are looking to die dumb
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| Why you think that I’m high strung
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| In the M, thinking the M’s letting the 5 run
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| 6,7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight
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| But they rat till police they hit the gate
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| You’re just a monkey my nigga, you’re not a ape
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| You’re just aight with your rhymes, you’re not great
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| You said you G but you checkin' cities n' got a
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| Me when I’m checking the cities I’m getting paid
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| Yeah, I get honour of respect you get the finger
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| Right when we done with the shit, you get the blame
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| I dont like the sympathy from you, get the grenade
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| Yeah I’m back on my holiday shit, hope its a faze
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| You should get a beat and a mic and get a maze
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| I am like a book my nigga, its just a page
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| Ghost!
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| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah
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| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah
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| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah
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| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning
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| Just in black, load that piece
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| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep |