| You see me smoking blunt over horizons
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| I’m higher than anybody else who think they hiding
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| New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands
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| When she hit my blunt she say she can’t lift her eyelids
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| Switch it back to me, I ain’t even hear her I’m just driving
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| Motor on, engine sounding better cause I dialed it
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| Bitch I be so fresh they think lil' Ian came to style it
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| See me smoking blunts I give no fuck about who doubting
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| The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain
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| See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains
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| When she lay up on me she feel doubtless
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| She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit
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| You see a hundred million men but who counting
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| I pulled up, 240 cause that’s just the way my style is
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| Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn be 'bout the mountains, I appreciate it but I’m
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| still finna' take it |