| Runnin' in circles‚ just like a hamster be
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| Young entrepreneur‚ shout to Master P
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| Lost my mind before craftin' a masterpiece
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| Bitches still buggin' me, they want the younger me
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| Make what I want, motherfucker‚ stop suckin' me
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| Bash a fool head open, fuckin' with concrete
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| Energy levels decreasin', you trippin' G
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| Shoutout to cuzzo we makin' a legacy
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| Indica got me real lazy
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| Sativa don’t do that‚ I end up with OCD
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| Need everythin' to come through like a summer breeze
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| Rubles, pesos, some euros and dollar trees
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| Smoke by the quart, I never get bored
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| Only the money talk, stop sendin' Q&A
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| This ain’t a interview, you busy aggravate
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| Talk to your fellas and girls who be duckface
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| Two hundred all in a day, quadruple it
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| Six hundred all in a day, you can’t step with it
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| I’m on a level so off, you can’t number it
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| Fuck goin' broke, get a check and I’m hidin' it
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| Put it to use, like a flip, multiply it
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| Why the small chit chat? |
| Every day we dyin'
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| Rather go to work, don’t care if I’m fryin'
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| Buildin' more catalog, you know I ain’t lyin'
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| Steppin' on toes, friends turn to foes
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| You already know how the shit go
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| One day I’m vibin', next day, nope
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| You already know how the shit go
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| Steppin' on toes, friends turn to foes
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| You already know how the shit go
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| One day I’m vibin', next day, nope
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| You already know how the shit go
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| Steppin' on toes, friends turn to foes
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| You already know how the shit go
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| One day I’m vibin', next day, nope
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| You already know how the shit go
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| Steppin' on toes, friends turn to foes
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| You already know how the shit go
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| How the shit go (Well I, ming, yell out) |