Key: D# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Not a good time
Too many drugs that make you go blind
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Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love, unless we get
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
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Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love,
Verse 2
unless we get violent
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Wildin', this is for my niggas
that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
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Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane High
Enjoy the palm trees
Verse 3
We on vacation
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Rang, rang
Who that calling? The money
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or the fame?
Shit ain't the same since
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So I get high and try to maintain
My celly rang, rang
Who that calling? The money
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or the fame?
Shit ain't the same since
we stepped in the game
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So I get high and try to maintain
Verse 4
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Gloves on, murder one, homi'
They'll be looking for the prince,
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Smoking Moroccan hashish
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Hennessy fill my body
Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
Two Mac 11s with twenty K on
the necklace and a Heckler Koch
Bought this for the hecklers that
be neck in cock
On a mission, clearest vision
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Views from the scope from my Glock
Only high percentage shots
rotten flesh and money knots
Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
I pop a tab and crack a seal,
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and shrooms, and marijuana
with counterfeit dollars
I'm like the second Shabba
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If I got a problem,
paint his top - Dennis Rodman
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I'm superficial and conscious
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I'ma burn in hell probably,
I ain't done fornicating with
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You know I love my Asians
USC who he play with
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Trojan helmet on, put her in the backspace
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And then I hit the escape key in the bank
With the Jason mask,
Catch me motorcycle,
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black and gold Letterman
Saint Laurent, leopard print
My mic presence is heaven- sent
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It's like I got an extra sense,
no censorship
I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
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My penmanship, a Erving J,
eat my excrement
Verse 5
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I smoke to death,
Walking dead, can't feel my tears
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Fake love in disguise
I repute those that get near
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I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
I got some acid
Needlepoint LSD
I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees
And if your eyes open,
there's still more to see
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They try to tell me I was wrong
I'm still looking
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Weed, coca leaves, percs, and LSD
Two hundred for the bottle
Add it up, more for me
Thinking back,
I'm still here it's lovely
Ripping shows and blowing cheese
Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
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Palm trees and double Ds
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Well, fuck y'mean?
Verse 6
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Rang, rang
Who that calling?
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So I get high and try to maintain
My celly rang, rang
Verse 7
Shine on these niggas
Glide on these niggas
Show these niggas what the
business is nigga
Zombie gang nigga
Huh? Zombie gang nigga
Half- dead nigga
We living life nigga
Niggas thought we was dead the way
we living life so crazy man
So trill nigga
Ay, all- time nigga, all- time, uh uh
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