| This for my homies on the eastside
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| And all my homies on the westside
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| We sleepwalking getting money
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| We sleepwalking getting money
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| My city never sleep we sleepwalking getting money
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| Pour out a little liquor r.I.p to michael jackson
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| You nobody to you die they said it on wax the
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| G-unit facture, I dream about jacksons
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| And benjamins too, my benz marine blue
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| 600, stay blunted, move like a man wanted
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| A fugitive mind with nothing but crime on it
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| And I’m tired of these youtube gangstas
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| Run up on me I shoot the nigga with the camera
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| Dubai scenery, touch the sky
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| Baby girl that’s a hotel that touch the sky
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| I pop a bottle, and the whole club looking
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| Cause it’s the size of the nigga mean muggin
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| We I sleep I don’t count sheep I count stacks
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| I need box office money so I’m learning how to act
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| 20 grand in hermez that’s the tmz stumped
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| See me on tv my swaggas what they want
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| The strap be plastic or all metal guns
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| Look down my barrel boy here the devil comes
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| Louie headband, smoking headband
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| I’m a rockstar girls when the jet land
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| New louies, match the luggage
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| Everybody rap now homie get a budget
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| I got tour dates so I’m feeling sluggish
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| But it’s all for the money so you know the boy love it |