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Budda Man & Filbeats

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I ain't never took it this far but I'm on one
All foreign whips and the Cullinan coke
All blues in my left pocket like a locc
Give these niggaz a chance they gone hang theyself with a rope
Drug habits gettin bad I'm just trynna cope
She not the one for me I had to let her go
Inhaling all this marijuana make my lungs choke
I been focused on this paper trynna make this money grow
Spot out the way this a new lo
Once you cross the line ain't no goin back
No mercy no feelings I can't get attached
Mixin up a potion with this cognac
Mind of a maniac I think I'm goin insane
Woke up got straight to the cake
This shit gettin important now I can't be late
Versace shades and a bottega overcoat
Out here on the ocean inna big boat
The clip got empty I had to reload
Seein' different color woman in my future this a kaleidoscope
It's meanin behind every bar crack the code
I gotta shipment of shirts comin in go pick up this load
Had to take this clothing brand over the road
You niggaz goin down hill like a slope
I'm in my prime right now I'm on
Play my music at my funeral when I'm gone
Still the same nigga I'm not a clone
Flyin up inna sky like a drone
It's only one way out and I know
Been gettin to this baggage claim onna daily
Can't afford to be broke you niggaz be lazy
No glasses in the studio my vision gettin hazy
How I talked about money when I was broke
Made my own studio I'm recording at home
Sound proof the room like hussle and flow
This shit hit inna dark and it glow
Made it out the streets I had to use my brain
Medicated so I don't feel no more pain
On a path to success I ain't chasin after the fame
You can keep the paparazzi im trynna make a change
Millions in my bank account I'm still the same
My neck feelin heavy wearin all these chains
Only the real at this table I can't sit with lames
Trynna stay out the way and avoid the rain
Been livin good but I'm just being modest
Makin it out the city soon I'm the hottest
Got a umbrella in my drink I'm in the tropics
Put myself in the game using my logic
Business man first if I'm being honest
Had to 540 my cologne
Gettin to this cheese like provolone
Feel like Mike Jackson I told these niggaz leave me alone
Her body plastic she made outta silicone
They say you fear what you don't know
The lights off and Im still on
Remember going to the library to charge my telephone
Money counter beepin watch the money clone
All I needed was a pen a pad and a microphone
Write Budda Man the great on my tombstone
Rollin up loose leafs fuckin up the ozone
I keep it on me like a iPhone

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