| I wanna turn this shit into a lavish dreams
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| I can only put it on my team
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| Rocking like a Rocky, stylish jeans
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| Look how far we made it so it ain’t no time to breathe
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| I start my day from wrapping indica with leaves
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| Making some things easier to see
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| Once my mind was blurry, now its clean
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| Knocking down that ash right on a trail if kerosine
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| Verse (Spaalm)
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| If i made the wave, uh
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| Dem gonna hop on it, ay
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| Sinking this city
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| Highest of building we reaching the top of it
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| You gon need ur binoculars
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| Going monopoly
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| It ain’t bout being popular to get the top of her
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| If u do do it sloppily
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| I’m as same as i used to be
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| Put it on all that i got
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| Tell us a thing u hear
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| Got anything else but a dirt and a mud
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| Nowadays gotta be more patient
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| Two steps ahead
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| Of what u callin basic
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| Simple as that
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| Someday ull gotta face it
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| My aim is to fast
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| I ain’t gon stop on chasing
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| Still rocking same bottoms
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| Yeah, still with no laces
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| White Ts my favorites
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| This shit ain’t be changing, yeah
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| Still wasted
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| And no i do no capin
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| Yeh im getting paper but it ain’t from rappin
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| Trynna catch my tail, i did overlapping
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| First i need the motive, then i need a second
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| Chorus (Wavy Dem & Spaalm)
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| I wanna turn this shit into a lavish dreams
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| I can only put it on my team
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| Rocking like a Rocky, stylish jeans
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| Look how far we made it so it ain’t no time to breathe
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| I start my day from wrapping indica with leaves
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| Making some things easier to see
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| Once my mind was blurry, now its clean
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| Knocking down that ash right on a trail if kerosine
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| Verse (Wavy Dem)
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| I was born in the 90s, so whatever I’d go I stay with my sidekicks
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| I’m always on Nike’s, I could drip on my walk and I do it so nicely
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| Her eyes terrorize me, I’m freezing your hoe, she little mo' spicy
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| I’m on that sci-fi shit, so why don’t you hop on, I bet you gone like it
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| Wake me up, couse I’m out of my element
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| I get livid like a Taliban
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| Fuck it I love to get freaky
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| Open your mind if you’re not digging deeply
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| Writing this shit like I’m Lemony Snicket
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| Shoot all this morons like I’m Ellen Ripley
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| It is what it is, It just got me sleeping
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| I don’t have any manners, don’t have any barriers
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| Come ride on my dick, it might sound gross but it don’t even matter
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| Be fresh as a devil I smell like cologne, but I know you fed up
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| Wait, hold up lil baby I’m wiping your nose, till it’s clean, you don’t need a
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| sweater
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| I’m on a way like «pew», hunny, I need more
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| It’s just a game for you, so just play your role
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| Pop that pussy on a stove, she’s like, Damn daddy, I’m like eeny, meeny, miny,
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| moe
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| Chorus (Wavy Dem & Spaalm)
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| I wanna turn this shit into a lavish dreams
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| I can only put it on my team
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| Rocking like a Rocky, stylish jeans
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| Look how far we made it so it ain’t no time to breathe
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| I start my day from wrapping indica with leaves
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| Making some things easier to see
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| Once my mind was blurry, now its clean
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| Knocking down that ash right on a trail if kerosine |