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Come and smoke, smoke with me
Come and smoke, smoke with me
Crack a dutch, and smoke with me
Grab your boat, and smoke with
homes so I gotta make it.
Packed my belongings. Switch my destination. (Switch it up switch it up)
Master my craft. Teezy destined for greatness.
(Like shit I’m a monster, king of my craft with the heart of a rasta
Stuck in my bag is tough to get outta, all of my problems is tough to get
craft
Top class tell dem we a top class
Call mi goat cause mi a nyam grass
Sell callaloo pon mi balahoo cart
Mek couple dolla invest ina mi craft
We
MOBSTER
GOT DREADS IN THEY HEAD LIKE RASTAS
GOT 50 ROUND DRUMS WIT THEY GLOCKS UP
SHOOTING UP THE WHOLE BLOCK
LIKE THEY CHOPPERS
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN
and putting my stocks up
Yo bitch left spit on my boxers
I'm like the pepper in pasta
This ain't no regular rasta
Fantasy drafted all of my
Niggaz is shooters
the Quan
I hit the digi double Dutch dash
Who said they could hustle I'll rush ya wit some rugrats
I spray on they barrel I'd hush up if I was yo ass
I'd
seeks the butt
Dutch doggie no copy
Far from the sloppy
Swipe out yo lobby
Just like in my hobby
Wipe yo nose boy you fucking snotty
Don’t pity on me
so we learned the hustle young
Choose your craft and dive into it give it all or give it none
Im thankful for those lessons they the reason that I won
King! Rasta!
King! Rasta!
King! Rasta!
Mmm
I know I was born to lose but I was built to win
I can't hang around no fuck niggas you call em friends
sleeping with a bitch
She suck me all nights
Then I light my dutch, all right
Gosta do rasta
Cantei """"ela viaja…""""
Nunca vi nada igual
No blowjob é
Speeding down street
I'm sleeping with a bitch
She suck me all nights
Then I light my dutch, all right
Gosta do rasta
Cantei ""ela viaja…""
Nunca vi nada
Blow big smoke got me lit like a Rasta
Gunna these opps down just coz I wanna
Type of nigga to put 10 toes down
Niggas moving like bitches, they
of the time they be lyin
I just hope they ok
Cuz ima be fine gettin mine
Dutch smoke gotta stank
Middle finger to the banks
Shoebox full of rank
Still howl when
graft
Spending time
Tryna Study my craft
Follow my passion
Now I'm looking back rahh
Tryna get a brand new car
That'll drive itself
Wanna flick on cruise
like the weather been
Life is like a game so I'm doing solo leveling
Improving at my craft I'm not stopping till I get a win
Even when I get a win,
Getting shot for faking in songs like you hard
That's life
Baby moms put me on child support because she mad
That life
Perfect my craft Pray n just be a dad
notes reigns supreme
Your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
notes reigns supreme
Your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
[Featuring Keith Murray Redman]
[Redman]
Nah nah check this out yo
I grab my dick spit hit the blinkers split
the Dutch Coronas
That nigga back!
Right, right, he a wild lil' nigga
But that's where you're wrong at lil' homie
Big Snoop never left!
I'm still here
Jah, rasta
They say Zo comin' ina clutch
Double stack make em double dutch
Arp ina Backpack.. Don't get hit wit a five fifty si
All my niggas they stay tight...
Hit em on contact
Got him in my crosshairs
Drop flares on em
With the fire that I jot still
2013 hanging out with them rastas
Was older then me but
Twisted up the dutch, a little Tony's Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a highway wit this big fucka
Gettin high like Chris Tucker
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