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Yea, these niggas got me smoking combs I'm a blunt nigga, a blunt nigga Defiteteted up So there's about a million ways to make a million dollars I know some chicks who try to make it from they baby fathers I know some niggas that will shoot you right in front of cops And do that 23 hour lock in the box As a youth I prayed I make it out of poverty Without rap, I would still be into robbery Self-conscious, self-made Got my life out of coach, upgrade They try to claim, it's a brand new game Some brand new nigga sounded brand new lames A brand new view from young OG's perspective I love the new Porsche so I iced up but reckless I grew out of that, and got rid of it And made chicks see chicks on they period, eww Uh that's nasty, got a song with Cassidy That should prolly tell you that I'm at least half classy Reefer smoke, reefer smoke, fuck it let the reefer smoke They can't afford the sour so they go and get the cheaper smoke It's premeditated, I'm highly dedicated Highly medicated, shit, fuck it nigga Smoking the joint, scribbled in my tablets SongtexteStone thoughts nigga, scattered brain mathematics Weed blurring my vision Still see them digits add up to that Bentley trunk Parking since it's beeping when I back up I ain't got enough, but by the time you hear this I Instagram that motherfucker, high boxing it So many clouds we smoking looking like a Rolland explosion Them bad bitches know him, kush and Gucci cologne Releasing they pheromones, she horny, Looking for escape, rows her man's be on it Cops style, that bitch wild, I'm parked outside I'm waiting on up, back door flow, Ho slid in the coupe of weed rolled up, drove all Jet life never die, G code cuz pinky finger's frozen Cuban link golden, only bill for that shit that them niggas kill for Audio dope, fly as anything you never saw, forever raw Yeah, that's us dog Nigga you ain't getting high, what the fuck you give a fuck for? I just float, and watch the money come Not soon but I was 12 on shit, when I was 21 Whether walking or driving, I'm on the money run Do it for jail niggas, Michael wave and they honey bun Now everybody bout that life You got shooters? I'ma shoot an eye out your life That's the off switch, bullshit, couple niggas and corpses Ask the security, y'all niggas up in the office I get busy with the pounds ki's and toris That's a loaded gun, nigga start the vet, let the motor run Like the Jedi, watch Yoda come, Tell em fuck em all nigga yeah I said it I like to buy my shit, I don't care for credit You can blank it out, I don't care to edit Any rapper alive is who I dare to set it, yeah It's gold spitter in NO Let your man know I have your face looking like you just fucked up and endo Eh, nigga, eh, nigga. Aus Songtexte Mania