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no pot of gold
Another fairy tale for me 
I'm getting so damn old

Why don't you tell me that my life
Is not a waste of time
And tell me you will by

nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by

Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
1000 G's of this pot, all top
I protect every single thing that I've got
We are not going to stop till I pop
We

I know that boy he be kapping
Even though he said he talking his shit
Chef by the pot and it's lit
Don't fuck with the boy, I can't fuck with his

accustomed to niggas who lie. Eat by the pot sleep by the pot, shit by the pot you should be in the pot. One thing about G, G got a plot, a grand scheme to get

Mhm time goes passing by
Right away pass me by
Roll up ride away time goes passing by
Roll up right away I'm trying to get fried
You give a fuck way

Trippy ziggurat smoking up my pot
I ain't talking clay
Been sipping bombay
Trippy ziggurat
Flying up with king tut
Taking shots now
Just up now
Now fly by

wanna look into your eye
And tell that your my type
By the ocean the waves are high
I wanna look into your eye
And tell that your my type
You're the pot

Life til the next life (Yeah)
Raw Creation always with the vibrations
Uh, swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody

pot
So high, forgot my words, to be continued
Dot dot dot (Um)
I think I can't think
Forgot my thought thought thoughts
Smoke it by the field, fuck it

I'm whippin' up, I'm cookin' in a pot cut on the fan cause I'm hot

Tryna be somethin' that you not They sleepin' on me, watch me turn it up a notch

tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this

just to get by getting dough is my specialty (Cash)
I had to tell that bitch goodbye she was draining my energy (Woah)
I eat them perckys like a pot pie

Til Six
Were to go I would, hey you good no I'm not
Smoking pot getting caught by my mom in the car
Losing trust, fighting lust my love is like rust

Budzisz się w krzyku z płaczem pośród krwi
Ze spermy Ojca krew z Matki krwi
A później jest niewiele lepiej gdy już wyjdziesz
Za drzwi domu by nie

Gdy zmęczone dłonie drżą krew smakuje niczym stal
Wiedz że siła zaczyna się tam gdzie kończy strach
Słony pot zalewa oczy a twój wróg nie czysto gra

Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted Cocaine
Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Dollar short from

dog u tej starszej pani co sprzedaje je z warzywami
Za 3 złote bułka z błotem bułka z błotem

Masz wypisane na twarzy dosyć
Na dłoniach pot

claim it's a melting pot ya skin black 
You dead on the spot switch up culture 
And let it rot behind curtains it's fuckin bots yea
Year of 97 born in

Znowu lipiec, trzysta stopni
Spod kapelusza cieknie pot mi
Nawet sama nadzieja na deszcz się topi
Helios, typie, weź odpocznij
Znowu lipiec, trzysta

fucked 
Get high say bye before you die
Get shot then rot smoke pot get caught
The world's on fire

The news says I should be afraid 
It's not like I care

Stack it up stack it up 
Stack it up like dominoes
Point it out with an x 
Hunt it down like a pot of gold
What I'm on is way better
Came up now I'm

Ce
Pesi venti chili
No ten
Dieci son di pot
Nel mio backpack yeh
Le ferite si rimarginano ok
Cerco amore ma non c'è
Fuck what you think no cap
Testa

seen a couple hustlers let it go
But see I'm a never fold
I'm chasing the pot of Gold
And the streets turned my heart cold
We was friends now we turned