| I tore the paper, you can keep your corny contract
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| Smoke in the office, executive catching contact
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| Boomeranging spliffs, you pass it I pass it right back
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| That’s proper etiquette, my nigga don’t make the cycle wack
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| That’s why I’m usually on my dolly shit
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| Miracles for dreamers, and prayers show hopelessness
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| Niggas scared to face reality, they wishing for something free
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| Their momma lay their butter, my nigga you in a dream
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| Carol the snake out a barrel with just my words
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| Niggas saying dang you got better, well I conquer
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| I represent consistency like playing for the Spurs
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| Niggas giving up early, save that shit for the birds
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| I laughed at her A cups when she took off her shirt
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| But she copped a new ass, that shit is mighty absurd
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| Guess God don’t give us everything, some shit you gotta earn
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| So we grinding for the paper to get what we deserve
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| Maybe that’s a figure but I get it just to live it up
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| I’ll give you fucking parents, I’ma die off different fucking drugs
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| I’ll buy a clock, indica, travel round the road a bunch
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| Stash it for a future lover, light a fire, burn it up
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| It’s funny how the money could compliment feeling good
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| That shit go together like 2Pac signing to Suge
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| My nigga copped a new patek watch, he looking good
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| Knowing time’s an illusion but fuck it, we in the hood right
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| (Fuck it, we in the hood right)
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| Guardian of flames, the mary jeans' threads hang
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| Flee, I’m like a dirty dan the type to steal your dame
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| I’m the knight in shining armor, still rob her if I change
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| Got exotics in my garden, I harvest just to inflame
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| I ain’t playing judge, hatch it, there’s a law for all action
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| Gotta keep that clean karma, my nigga get caught lacking
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| That’s a man down, all that tatted with no back up
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| That’s a damn clown, we split matter and hold atoms with that gat sound
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| Quit cappin', They cost rappin'
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| When gods show, thought she changed your whole active
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| At the front row, no fun, told they can’t smoke
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| I was Flatbush raised, I’m just sticking to the code
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| I’m addicted to the glow like a fly on top of bulb
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| Look inside like I’m exposed, like a champ I get the gold
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| 'Cause my passion with these notes, like Aretha, she the GOAT
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| Hardly the romantic when I smash I hit the road
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| They be trying answers, but I stay true to my soul
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| Told my momma do not panic, got my purpose in control
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| Treat the spliff just like a chalice, trying to balance out the lows
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| All my niggas like I’m Goku every time I take a toke
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| They be thinking local I be trying to change the globe
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| Told 'em with a little focus, you could get back what you owed
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| One ear out the other, gotta see it so they know
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| So I V.S. |
| all the diamonds, see me shining from the door |