O.C.V
Scottie the 3rd
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You smoke weed and bitch I take drugs, Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up. Life goes by on the train I ride, And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die. I need principle, I need faith I need cigarettes, I need pace, Ridin' in the back make it all seem real, windows rolled up in the old Coop-Ville. See the shoes are fittin' different now, Course I left a little crease at the seams But the box is steady shrinkin' down. Only smoke the best weed in the state, Nineteen turnin' twenty, only fiends can relate. I'm a million dollar fit in a goodwill closet, Every team say they got a full roster, Role toxins with homies from the base, I'ma drop another ball and that shit fallin' out my pockets. All red in the face like I was burnt in the sun, Pissed off little teens leave the rats on the rug, It all started with a dream and a couple of ones, I'll be Marty McFly, I'm leavin' Doc in his scrubs. Cause that shit was all created by me and yours truly, A couple mouths are worthy to feed, the rest ruthless. See life is but a dream and don't get caught in the rut, He told me be yourself and to not give a f*ck. You smoke weed and bitch, I take drugs Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up. Life goes by on the train I ride And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die. I need principle, I need faith, I need cigarettes, I need pace Ridin' in the back, make it all seem real, Windows rolled up in the old Coop -Ville Chud, I'm speakin' off the top to you with honesty The industry I'm livin' in, we're killin', it's a lottery If I get the first pick, I ain't tradin' like it's Charlotte This a dynasty, I'm agin' in this bitch like I'm a winery. We in a theater full of dreamers and some haters Non-believers who been schemin' up a plan We all got our own reasons, but the phone is steady ringin Like I'm sellin' off a Cleveland, when I'm pickin' up and runnin F*ck respectin' people's privacy. It's hard to think back, we were this close to has-been This close to Fillmore, this close to tapping, We always burnin' trees out in Pittsburgh What's happenin' , and with B up on the beat I'ma hit the shot like Paxton We used to jump hoops, now we only doin' double dutch, Makin' hits with no credit, I'm anonymous. It's me and my vision, and I'm a one-man squadron Had to call up Wanda, tell the bitch to get up off I'm on one, it's obvious, I'm barely stayin' conscious You smoke weed and bitch, I take drugs Not pressed on the time that I'll never make up Life goes by on the train I ride And I'll sip the same cup till the day I die I need principle, I need faith I need cigarettes, I need pace Ridin' in the back, make it all seem real Windows rolled up in the old Coop-Ville
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