I been back to back rolling
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New s- Mac cargo only once growing (sheesh)
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A hundred plus Jars taking notes while I’m smoking
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And the air feel a little different when you sit above the ocean (by the beach)
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Shout to the bridgers let me educate you about it
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I started with a zipper, now we faded by the pallet
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That’s love, the drugs, it got me out the mud (out the mud)
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It got me in this crib, the view compliment the buzz
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I forget where I was, six different homes (six)
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I took 300 and blew it on a stone (wanna rough)
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My pinky worth the crib, what a acre in a pool?
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Go direct to the source, don’t let 'em play you like a fool (never)
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I’m cool as bay breeze someone called drizzy (call Drake)
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In Toronto going nuts, bull rider got me dizzy
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The bills all crispy, I paid with all cash (cash)
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Then pulled out the bank I pulled it out the brown bag (brown bag)
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Ooh, fog up the glass
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Back seat ridin' with the windows cracked (with the windows cracked)
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Ooh, little different round here (yeah)
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The air a little thicker around here (it's different)
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Fog up the glass
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Good times rollin' make it hard to pass (yeah)
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Ooh, little different round here
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They look thicker around here
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I’m zoning, I be in my own world (my own world)
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My heart beating, it feel like I’m on girl
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The room smell like p- from the chi I just lit
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I’m quiet like I’m about to plead the fifth
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This chess is hard to pass, I’ma need a zip
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I’m smoking for the homies until they feed a click
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The crew don’t eat much you don’t feed them —
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Bought them little ass chains, I’m like we’ll need a whip (we'll need a whip)
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Cast on my spot, go ahead and try
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It’s not stepping on my toes, when you sold 'em all out (sold 'em all out)
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Yeah, white ash with the hash ring (hash ring)
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My living room looking like the damn crane (on Amsterdam)
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I smoke too good to have a bad dream
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But rich is so six but they never even had creme (had creme)
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Legendary moves only
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Shout to the bigger homie Bottie (Bottie what’s up?) Yeah
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Ooh, fog up the glass
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Back seat ridin' with the windows cracked (with the windows cracked)
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Ooh, little different round here (yeah)
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The air a little thicker around here (it's different)
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Fog up the glass
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Good times rollin' make it hard to pass (yeah)
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Ooh, a little different round here
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The air little thicker around here
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(Around here, yeah)
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(Around here, around here, around here, yeah)
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(There's levels to the lakes)
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(The air a little thicker around here)
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(The view’s a little different around here)
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(Gotti) |