| Higher than you ever been in your motherfuckin' life nigga
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| Without even tryin'
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| The game got a grip, never slip
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| Can tell by the way I got my hands on it
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| Started at the bottom but now my money is so motherfuckin' tall I can stand on
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| it
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| Ain’t just happened homie I planned on it
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| You think you better don’t just talk 'bout it put some grands on it
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| Sleep in Cali woke up in France on 'em
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| Took the life I live chose talk about it now my fans on it
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| Now is Dior all on my pants homie
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| Don’t know where I’m going my schedule full so I can’t call it
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| So much weed you see all them grams fallin'
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| Rollin' so much up that my fingers startin' to cramp on me
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| Hear you talkin' 'bout what I am
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| On top of that shit you sayin' you gotta say rich as fuck when you mention us
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| I get a hold of the bombest weed and I twist it up
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| Them Cadillacs in line out front just to pick us up
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| I woke up to a joint, cartoons and cereal
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| A coupe with zero miles and oatmeal interior
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| These chicks diggin' my style
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| I’m sincerely superior to whatever your doing right now
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| And whatever your plannin' to get into
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| I’m just clockin' my miles
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| On the road to these riches, these hoes wavin' and smilin'
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| But I don’t pay 'em no attention, I’m all about my empire
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| We trying to get bigger, we multiplying in size
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| These snakes trying to get with us, they lookin' for the co-sign
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| But a real nigga don’t give a fuck, I’m too busy gettin' high
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| You can hitch a ride on another truck
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| Now excuse me as I kiss the sky
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| Peace signs to baby girl before she try to kiss me bye
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| She miss me like the sun in her eyes, can’t catch a pop fly
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| Kush castles in the sky
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| The only hassle is when I smash and go she want to cry
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| I get dressed she wanna know where I’m going and why
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| Can’t deal with that |