| Everyday it look like an illusion
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| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
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| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
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| But my niggas never choosy
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| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
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| Windows tinted, blowing lucies
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| Everyday look it like an illusion
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| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
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| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
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| But my niggas never choosy
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| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
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| Windows tinted, blowing lucies
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| Drop top with a regular bitch
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| I remember all the days in the crib
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| Kick rocks big bank on my payroll yeah
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| Money make a nigga skin sun tan
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| Like Yazmine ain’t you fucking proud of me?
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| I’m out here looking like a robbery
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| And all I was doing the pottery
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| I was running, ducking, bucking right from the feds
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| Bust a molly then its back to the trap
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| This life is too crazy
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| I can’t wind up dead
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| Paranoia fucking up with my head
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| Boy you gotta fuck it up, what you saying?
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| Count a rack up when I’m vacant
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| Show them boys that you the one that’s not playing
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| Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing
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| Kodak boppin' in my funeral playing
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| Everyday it look like an illusion
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| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
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| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
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| But my niggas never choosy
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| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
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| Windows tinted, blowing loosies
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| Everyday look it like an illusion
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| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
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| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
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| But my niggas never choosy
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| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
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| Windows tinted, blowing lucies
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| Ok, look
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| The gas gets smoked, Hoes get fucked
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| Niggas know how it goes And the gas gets smoked
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| Hoes get fucked, Pour a four in my cup
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| Niggas really, they know what’s up
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| Ay, gas get
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Ok, gas get smoked
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| Ok, hoes get fucked
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| My cup, pour a four
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| Niggas really know what’s up
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| Everyday it look like an illusion
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| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
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| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
|
| But my niggas never choosy
|
| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
|
| Windows tinted, blowing lucies
|
| Everyday look it like an illusion
|
| I was cruising down the highway to Hell
|
| But my demons told me cool it
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| Lord forgive me for my sinning
|
| But my niggas never choosy
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| If I’m riding then I’m sliding
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| Windows tinted, blowing lucies |