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[ti:Pass The Cohiba] |
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[ar:Fashawn] |
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[al:Grizzly City 3] |
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[offset:] |
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Woke up pissed off, ************ hard |
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Just thinking |
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What the ****** Im'ma do with these Abe Lincolns |
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Stacking these Ben Franks, big bank |
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Still your average ************t stanks |
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Feeling like a shark in the fish tank |
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Swimming with piranhas |
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Swisher full of ganja |
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Twisting up my conscience, distant from the nonsense |
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Giving it to 'em constantly, the kid is a monster |
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I'll kill any concept and rip any concert |
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The flow H20, like water |
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Born 88, but 99 when's life started for a young disciple |
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I stopped reading the bible |
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And started reading ******s body language |
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I was inspired by the guys I hanged with |
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Type dangerous, saturated by mob ************t |
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The mind-frame I'm in |
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Spending time writing rhymes trying to shake the pen |
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One time trying to take me in |
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We counting dough |
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Doing shows out in Berlin |
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Germany they never heard of me places I've never been |
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Where should I begin, where your career ends |
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****** |
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This ************t sounds beautiful man keep this ************t rollin' for me my ****** |
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I think I've got this earth mastered |
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From the turf a bastard |
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Now I swerve through pastures of green |
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Brush shoulders with actors I mean |
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Considered that little ****** with big dreams |
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It was 09 when I started making cream |
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Ballin like my homies that should have went to the league |
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Planted they first seed, converted to slanging ************ |
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Try not to get devoured by money power and greed |
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They say I'm ************ning I know |
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They blinded I'm focused |
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Grinding, my eye on the final hour |
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Posted, renegade with a pen and page |
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I rip the stage |
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Gritting and grinding through with grits and grain |
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I set the strip ablaze |
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They ask what I think of fame |
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I say skip it and keep your ************t the same |
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Music business insane like morning love |
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Say, it's a shame what rapper's will do for a name |
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Saluting a chain I think they're brusing a Buddha |
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Polluted my brain, cuz no 1 and 2 is the name |
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It's the ************t that I formulate |
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Psycho as Norman Bates |
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Even color-coordinated the ****** you outta hate |
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Really doubting where my mind at ya'll relate |
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Narrate, author of that raw ************t call me Kane |
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Arm and hammer grammar it could put me in the slammer |
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Rather be in Atlanta rolling swishers in a hammock |
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Home chilling with Hannah, lampin in my pajamas |
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Sribbling in my Tablet, me and my baby mamma |
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Done touring laving, same old madness |
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Network traffick, stacking, overdrafting |
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Number one draft pick with a Mac 10 |
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Balling like Pac 10 cuz the club packed out |
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Rap nerds that listen to craft work count cheese like ? |
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****** I'm absurd, remind you of the Golden Era |
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Use to tote Lorettas, push dough there was no one better |
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No hope got me rolling letters |
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Out of dro I be smoking resin |
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Case closed, kept me floating below the heavens |
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44's, blow hoes, so my mother******' foes get the message |
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Somebody phone the paramedics |
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I'm in the zone |
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Feel at home even when I'm on the others side of the globe |
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Riding alone, jotting what's inside of my dome |
