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Rrrrragh Hahahahahaha Evil shit, my brother I'm a winner, I'm going to win Wooooo I had to hustle hard, never give up You should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up like Checka-checka-checka-checka one two Maybe if they tried to understand me What should I do? I had to feed my fuckin' family Whoo, whoo Hear my name ring the bells like in London Big Ben, Guns N' Roses, this is Welcome to the Jungle This is angelic demons, insane sinners and evil And trips that's out to Belgium with Js spliffs and diesel This is Amsterdam, Thailand, the rest of them I paid off Call me top dog when I'm smoking, yeah the J rock Since a schoolboy I had a Q and yeah my name popped Bars like Lamar, King Kunta when the name drop Argh, three years three tapes I made a milli stack I ain't Lil Wayne but I'm about to bring a milli pack Got a billy packed, marijuana let it burn now Spin it, let is smoke, that's a vroom vroom, burnout SongtexteArgh Yo play that sample motherfucka Cough I'm a winner Turn your voice off, you ain't even speaking properly Talking 'bout your jewelry, you ain't even into property I'm Loki when I flow and go Odin just like my bro I'm like Hazeus, Hercules like Nordic Greek mythology uh I'm only thirteen with deadliest pills I was spotting every dog like Cruella de Vil I perfected every bar because I'm better with skills Yeah Jack n Jill even know that Chill's ahead of the hill like ugh Call me Federer, run the net like I'm Tennis Hit six on a pitch and then switch it like Michael Bevan Shane Warne, rest in peace, when I spin, throw the leggie Wish you well, see me out on the street, come and get it This is no time, matter fact I'm on my own grind Why focus on me? I got my dough crime Why care about opinions when my bro's fine? Wifey looking good with designer up on the clothesline I'm at the Cypress Hill ganja farm [?] with a swisher and a ganja plant Ricky Ponting when I punt it then I find the mark Switch words all on a pitch, boy I'm Michael Clarke No cricket they chirp, no gimmicks I don't play with a dog no more, Mic Ennis Woolworths with the herb and the bush, flip lettuce Like Scrabble imma wrap up the game to flip letters, urgh Rrrrrrrrrrrrrragh Told em hate it or love it I'm the game, smoke a 50, kid is baked as an oven Yeah the sweets superbad yeah it taste like McLovin And yeah the boy's Steve Martin, ganja cheaper in dozens ugh Fuck em all brother, I'm stuck in my old ways Old days, COVID19 catching a cold case Wearing Jordan 1s, sprained my ankle, I rolled Js Yeah Chilly smoke the chilli through billies in whole days uh Yeah the bong's lit, packing more Killing motherfuckers like it's John Wick Chapter 4 Shit, I'm in the Matrix, pack the tree Numbers on the board I be Neo, you're Keanu Reaves Please, I got bars for the shipments It's PGA, I'm on par with the stick On a queen with a ball and the bars full of kicks Jon Rahm off the hit, go hard for my shit uh Break even, get parred, I ain't playing dirty Big Eagle on the swoop, I don't play with birdies Golf talk, Tiger Woods on my golf walk Few really for my stick, boy I'm in the golf war Brrrrrrat Aus Songtexte Mania