| You know I came just to smoke
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Matter fact, stay out my way
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| I’ma just sit in this corner here
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| Roll up the dope on my dolo
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| Fresh, I got dressed at the coroner
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| Remember when we was in Polo
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| Really if ever again
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| It’s contemporary, got me ready to spend
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| Fuckin' up commas
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| My verses look crazy on paper, I write 'em in pen
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| Ain’t no erasin' mistakes, we just learn from 'em 'til we earn from 'em
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| That’s how I started talkin' this water
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| That’s when we started makin' this money
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| Six figures and not one was a father
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| And wonder how a nigga fuck up your daughter
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| Same way I fuck up my lungs
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| You know I came just to smoke
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Matter fact stay out my way
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| You know I came just to smoke
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| You know I came just to smoke
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| Backwoods a thing of the past now
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| Papers, I sprinkle the hash now
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| Would crumble if I couldn’t concentrate
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| Shattered perceptions, I got the juice
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| And that shit ain’t never from concentrate
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| Got through security with contraband
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| I’m on my Dora like «Ándale»
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| Step in the spot and they eyein' me
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| Cornea snatchin' a part of me
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| Cottonmouth’ll get you soon enough
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| Wake up and realize the moon is us
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| We’ve been controllin' the wave
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| Fuck Google Maps 'cause it ain’t no directions
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| My nigga, this road ain’t been paved
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| This joint ain’t been rolled
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| I mean this phrase ain’t been coined
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| No coins in my way, what more can I say?
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| You know I came just to smoke
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Matter fact, stay out my way
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| You know I came just to smoke
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| Don’t blow no reggie my way
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| You know I came just to smoke |