Alto
Rae Khalil, Zombie Juice, Devin the Dude
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Big smoke, Terps Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn) Dza, what up? What they say? Right This shit loud, flava in ya ear, how high? Too high, meet me in the air Sold out with Red and Meth, ten thousand in the stands, hold up I used to dream of days like this on the 2 train Packs in my knapsack, smellin' up the whole thang Please ash before you pass it, boo thang Higher than the balcony, baby, I need the whole thang Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows Big ol' freak, she only f*ck with winners I need me a percent of everything y'all stealin' She say it's an event when I hit that kitty Might hot-box the whip like B-Real was in it I had a dream feelin' lucid, every word I meant it We put the hood name on our back, I'm used to heavy liftin' The pressure turned that shit to diamonds, now it's finer livin' They tryin' to figure figure how I did it, how I done ascended (how I did it) How a nigga really livin' like he say he did it (how I did it) How I paint these bitches like I'm Kara Walker vivid Not too specific on the phones 'cause you know they listenin' And watch them niggas that's close by you 'cause you know they switchin' This biscotti hittin', long nose, Scottie Pippen, boaw Designer drippin', this a Erick Arc production The art is sufferin', gotta put your all or nothing Zip it up (ooh) I don't need no niggas smokin' my trees (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I was up 'fore I lit my spliff (my spliff) I know there's more for mebut I'm thankful for this (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Took hard work and sacrifice I still practice twice before I catch a flight To stay on point, from a joint to a fat sweet Stretch my money like athletes at a track meet Pack heat in the back streets, that's me Nah, rapper slash actor, please someone cast me Dedicate myself, I medicate myself Stay away from hard drugs, I'll never hate myself Make my wealth, just like any man does That's when I can, 'cause I don't have all the answers, yet But I bet if I was a gambler The baby will gets a new pair of shoes and the pampers Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin' Park the old red truck and make a new selection, huh 'Cause with me there's no second guessin' If it ain't progression, then it's out the question' (yeah, yeah) We put it down, uh I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh I was nice before I ever dropped bars, yeah I'm givin' my life and I'm thankful for it, yeah
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Written by: Antonio Lewis, Devin Copeland, Erick Elliot, Masaki Matsubara, Rae Khalil
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