| Still getting money off the hip-hop
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| Still keep the oz in the ziplock
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| Fiends at the door like knock knock
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| A bad boy
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| For that cash i’m at yo' door like knock knock
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| Don’t get you’r head twisted like a dreadlock
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| Fuck the cops, I stay cool when the block hot
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| Yeah, try to pull up in the summertime in the drop top
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| Riding with the doors off like a golf cart
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| Couple shots went off now the block hot
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| You niggas sober you don’t want no smoke
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| Better watch your hoe
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| I’m like Edgar Allen, how she like my quotes
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| Niggas riding waves, niggas jumping boats
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| I will never fold
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| I just came from the west coast
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| Walking around blowing loud in my retros
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| Man got me in the club, we was exos
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| Weed so loud, hear that echo
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| Came from the
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| Came from the block Melrose
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| Straight out of
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| I be in the field like a scarecrow
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| I be strapped up like its velcro
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| You can get smoked like a hookah
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| Or backwood from the corner store
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| I be in the hood with the shooters
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| And dog keep the stick like pharrow
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| I be in the cut with the villians
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| Cause I’m tired of seeing dead heros
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| Imma ball like a net & goal
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| Put that on my son, put that on my soul
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| I could bless you like a common cold
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| We are not the same
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| Nor we share a common goal
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| We can’t kick it like a soccer goal
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| Digging deep for that pot of gold
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| Came up, got it from my own
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| Ain’t no pussy in my chromosome
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| Super high, but my eyes low
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| Dealing with this pain, only God knows
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| God flow, see the vision, with my eyes close
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| See the picture like a slide show
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| If its pressure we gon slide through
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| Fuck a drive by, this a drive through
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| Blac Chyna on me she gonna rob you
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| I don’t fuck with 12, thats the government
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| Got the gold teeth thats Miami shit
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| I’m in 305, with a Cali bitch
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| Smoking Cali weed
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| On my stoner shit
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| I don’t fuck around, with the fuck around
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| Keep the Glock around, pop, pop, haters on the ground
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| I don’t fuck around |