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That welcome sign at your county line
Might have a different name
We're tearin' up tobacco fields
You're growin' up the grain
We're pickin' up

surround
My Head is in the clouds
Not coming down
Making my way out of this town
Now I'm driving the back road
Smoking tobacco
Sneaking out in and out

Man

Pharrell Williams

Konnichiwa

2016

Mafia, Boy Better Know
My ones, my team
Meridian, bad blocks
London boys, active boys
You get me?"

Man get money with the gang
Man get girls with

I know the game yeah I did my research
I know what we worth
They too meager
To see where we gone take it with each turn
Watch my team work
When I set

You never know what you have till you lose it But looking back now, I damn sure abused
it
Like the tobacco fields that you're flying
by
When you take

militias
Quiet mouth don't get fed, so go get it
Take the high road, soon to make 'em bitterly regret it
Pass the Biro, pass the snow crab from Hokkaido
Pass

to the team, 
Everybody on a grind, 9 to 5, chasing dreams, I said


Hook
Get get to the money
Get get to the money
Get get to the money
Get get to the money x2

tobacco on my new slacks
Everything coming out your mouth been whack
I'll never lack, charge and see how we react
Only chill where my teams at
Going nuts so

tryna improve
Cuz as a child I was acting wild
Rolling tobacco and smoking black and mild's
Street lights on not coming in the house
Look at me now
Can't

Another broken record comes on the radio
Another dickhead cuts in to claim his road
He's rapping lyrics to Kanye while he smokes
I'm in a prison with

vibe where I’m gonna dwell
Real tired can’t make myself eat
Boss hired a fuckin dead beat don’t tell
I’m in the middle where the roads meet
Can’t pretend

go Saint Ann's
No Triple A pass no wristbands
You are not man dem you are not gang

Tracksuit mafia boy better know
My ones my team
Meridian bad blocks

team
Research things
Stack your cream
Why you think
You don’t sing
If you compare
But you the first to be
So come wit me
So come wit me
So come wit me
So

tobacco in my rizzla
I'm from where they jack cats for their turkish links
Swatch watches, Fila and (?)
They took Jordan 1 and 2's right off your feet
If

to our necks in the blood of old Jock Thompson's bairns?
All the sugar, tobacco, cotton, molasses 
Looking at history through rose tinted glasses
Nemo me

on the road we got a trunk full of ps
Got a gun in my coat & its a robber underneath
Got a bitch with a mouth for the team she gone eat
Wen you niggas see

driving on the road
Stick with the real ones they be by my side
When we outside
There ain't no where you can hide
Step in all black with my ride or die

It's the Cons, fool
I guess I’m the Game of GOOD music
Except I was in the game before GOOD music
Please look into it, do a little research
The cameo

with the team we slowly elevated
Highed up smoking weed don’t try to test my patience
Grinding been low key no time for explanations
Ride with my homies

in a plan and a fucking scheme 
The difference in a group and a fucking a team 
People like me in real life so mathafuck a stream 
If the beat sick put

A7sus4  A7
All along the road that's my hometown
       G                                             D                  
And horses out in the fields

you gotta witness
They was callin' for them oxys back in high school, man, I couldn't pay attention
Turned a research team on them bars, nigga, ask who

swoosh
I'm talking net not talking shoes
My crew remind me of tobacco road
'Cause we give them the blues
Yall remind me of dook
'Cause y'all got all these

Jersey Boy but I hop on beats From the D A
Ultra light beam on my team watch replay
Peep the high light red letters what did he say
My Lord reign