Lyrics:
you have no career
that's my word and I live by my testament
Want it all and I got to have it
Make em disappear, hope you enjoy the magic
If her gnocchi
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
have to fix the block when shit was broke
Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke
Now imagine if I went to school, went to class
'Stead
Fuckin wit hoes, I be lovin they throat,
Down wit my bros, I ain’t have too much hope,
I Smoke on that MJ, and feel like the Goat,
Never come down but I
Who gonna live who gonna die
I'm amplified and optimized
By the diamonds on my mind
Like a vine, soaked in wine
Lightning strikes my spine
I'm dyin,
bake nigga pour up a drink
Live and have fun nigga come to your dreams
Roll up a proper spliff an sittin' hot as shit
Dedicating every blood to my
in, lovin' letters
Stackin' 'em in, jackin' the day, I'm pattin' the pay
To stay letter better to win
Even if you're just fake, at least you're not
feed her salmon and pills
I woke up in St. Barts on a yacht with a thot
She want all the smoke like that time I smoked with Bart
Slob on my knob,
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill
How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial killers tote guns without the serial
What are those arts?
Chiefin' on some good herb
Esco fire up
Psychedelic flow, smokin' kush by the pound
Got some girls in my condo, I'ma pimp
the situation we sophisticated goons
Know you live by the gun then
You die by it too niggas call me prophesy
Swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon call
of suit don't set me free
Well, I can't live if I can't ride
I want my baby by my side
I'm just out for a little fun
But I'm guilty till I'm
of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit
bake nigga pour up a drink
Live and have fun nigga come to your dreams
Roll up a proper spliff an sittin' hot as shit
Dedicating every blood to my
bake nigga pour up a drink
Live and have fun nigga come to your dreams
Roll up a proper spliff an sittin' hot as shit
Dedicating every blood to my
mmm
Niggas don't know me
We are not homies
Smooth criminal
Might jack em they keep snoring
Or wasn't that a Cosby joke
Wasn't even conceived
Reasons why
yeah, this Rollie bossy
I told 'em the Maybach, we here
The stars in the roof and
I call 'em big dippers
I told 'em his bitch in the VIP
She lovin
smoke spliffs and snog my chick
Coz we out here having fun plus I've got a knob to lick
And she's just looking for a frog to kiss
But hopefully it
lights, their amplifiers,
their PA systems...their smoke machines. And all those synthesizers...look at all
the plastic they got in 'em...and the guitar
they got nine lives
I'm gon leave them have they fun until it's my time
If I leave the smoke go in the air I know this thing gon buss
Bitches lame
you're lovin the eyez
So holla homies if you're feelin the eyez
West side 29 we ride to go get'em
Hit'em quick grab the lick split it wit my true friends
Chronic in the jar
Kill 'em like a star
Smoke 'em if you got em
Hit 'em with a bar
Rosing in the dram
Feeling like the man
Smoke it if you got it
but before they were hatin'
I'm just tryna live my dream, takin' life week by week
Lovin' ones beside me
Thank God because I breathe
Make a change
You was pickin' sides bitch it was you or I
Lovin' you was just like suicide
Why do you always have to lie?
Smoke a joint we could get real high
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