| Slim Gucci riding with me
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| Mind is bending from the drugs the resonate inside my kidneys
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| Cigarettes, my lungs is burning like a chimney
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| Sticky, rolling up the gars
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| I’m in the stars from eating bars
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| The Lord of Mars
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| Said fuck a cause and fuck the law
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| I’m busting Gause and fucking broads and swerving cars from lane to lane
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| I kill in vain, my demons reign
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| I’m asking please don’t make me make a stang
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| I’m chanting $uicide done change the game
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| I’m packing clips that’s full of hollow things
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| I’m blasting
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| Everywhere I look I see there’s suckers
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| Mother fuckers, undercovers thinking that they tougher
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| Call your bluff or call the cuffs to catch me
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| Guns is up and when I’m high as fuck I’m deadly
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| I am the ashes scattered amongst the sand of an empty beach
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| No land can save me from the tide
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| I am complete when the waves roll by and take me in the deep
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| I will dissolve
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| Then I woke up in the middle of a fall
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| Surrounded by clouds in the hall
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| The blunt is gone
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| I lost it all
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| I want to get high
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| I want to get higher
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| Let there be light
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| Let there be light
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| I spark the fire
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| From life I fucking retire
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| Social security ain’t my desire
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| Social insecurity based on a liar
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| Murder for hire
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| Hire myself as the victim
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| Myself as the victor
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| Myself as the prior |