| Trying to stay in my zone
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| Watching enemies close
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| They be doing the most
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| So I go through the motions
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Good head is my motivation
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| Gas her up like a service station
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| Purple drank on you perpetratin'
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| While you perpetrating, I’m renegotiatin'
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| Ah, let me think about it
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| Ah, it’s like a bank around me
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| When the soldiers with me it’s like a tank around me
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| And I don’t like niggas saying «cain't» around me
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| I define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guards
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| Ain’t nothing slick to a can of oil
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| Roll up, I’m high as fuck
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| Some of you niggas ain’t try enough
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| Some of you niggas ain’t buy enough
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| You smoking good, put your lighters up
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| Trying to stay in my zone
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| Watching enemies close
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| They be doing the most
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| So I go through the motions
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| A nigga like me don’t smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation
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| Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation
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| Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation
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| First I’m in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation
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| And I’m hella faded — getting elevated
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| She give me them good brains — I’m getting well educated
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| Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in
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| If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken
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| Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends
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| We done tried a few things now you tryna move in
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| You ain’t gotta dude and so I got a few fans
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| I’m a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan
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| Hold up
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| Pour some gin in her cup — she taking shots
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| Bend her down to the front — she taking shots
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| Trying to stay in my zone
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| Watching enemies close
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| They be doing the most
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| So I go through the motions
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| One more to get my lungs warm
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| Two more to get me numb to it
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| Let me tell you niggas
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| Feel this, he’ll realize
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| I gotta deodorize all the unsure
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| Made millions with Shawn Corey
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| Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them
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| Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi
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| And peach Ciroc, can’t see a nigga writing like an old sharpie
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| Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed
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| Like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone
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| Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree
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| How you gonna eat? |
| Carnivores need beef
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| Well I need beats
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| Been doing this, been proving it
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| Now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent
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| I just be like «Yep!» |
| then I get a rest
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| Haters trying to fuck with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess
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| Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone
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| I ain’t ready to go
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| And I thought I was on
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| 'Til I seen Puffy Combs
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| Five blunts, nigga fired up
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| Nigga might slide off with y’all joint
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| I got some later joints, and now joints
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| I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks
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| You a wannabe clone, you never authentic
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| You never boss up, we never see y’all out
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| You be frontin' too hard, you ain’t viagra
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| You just wanna be hard 'til you see all us
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| Ho
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| Trying to stay in my zone
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| Watching enemies close
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| They be doing the most
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| So I go through the motions
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
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| Five blunts in rotation, five blunts |