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'till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on 'Wop, my goons gon' play connect the dots
My

trippin'
We ain't have no pot to piss in
Look at how we livin' (listen)
Four in the mornin', on missions
Now somebody's missin'
But nobody listen (you

The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll

the spot
Watch and surveillin' for cop, make the work jump out the pot
Trap out the spot, trap out the spot
Trap out the spot, trap out the spot (yeah,

Just hopped out my feelings and hopped in my bag
Refuse to die broke so I'm stacking this cash
I ain't have a pot I could piss in
And no one would

ever get settled 
Work all night i don't ever get settled 
8 hand in the pot damn a nigga got reach 
2 years sac state 29 in the streets 
Big tree big

którzy z siebie chcą dać więcej
Za marzenia i nie po to by szampana chlać dzień w dzień
Za formę wyższą forma trzeszczy znają poświęcenie i stawiają czoła

with the Raw, how the gumbo roll
My nigga with the pot, it ain't gumbo though (bahm, bahm)
Switchy on my hippy, sound like drumroll, ho
I paid

6 Minutes

Lil Wayne

The Best of the Block

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get

auto pilot
Convinced by my rage and I aint' realize it uh
Pot broken down into ruins in my grinder
I been having all these nightmares
Got me trapped

Surprised by how long I fuckin' lasted
Daughter with me she don't know what's goin' on
Life of a nigga in the double-O
Sufferin' on the way to the pot of gold

nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by

nothing sit in one spot
Front like you're hustling and really you're not
I've grown accustomed to niggas who lie
Eat by the pot sleep by the pot
Shit by

Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
1000 G's of this pot, all top
I protect every single thing that I've got
We are not going to stop till I pop
We

I know that boy he be kapping
Even though he said he talking his shit
Chef by the pot and it's lit
Don't fuck with the boy, I can't fuck with his

wanna look into your eye
And tell that your my type
By the ocean the waves are high
I wanna look into your eye
And tell that your my type
You're the pot

Mhm time goes passing by
Right away pass me by
Roll up ride away time goes passing by
Roll up right away I'm trying to get fried
You give a fuck way

accustomed to niggas who lie. Eat by the pot sleep by the pot, shit by the pot you should be in the pot. One thing about G, G got a plot, a grand scheme to get

no pot of gold
Another fairy tale for me 
I'm getting so damn old

Why don't you tell me that my life
Is not a waste of time
And tell me you will by

Trippy ziggurat smoking up my pot
I ain't talking clay
Been sipping bombay
Trippy ziggurat
Flying up with king tut
Taking shots now
Just up now
Now fly by

pot
So high, forgot my words, to be continued
Dot dot dot (Um)
I think I can't think
Forgot my thought thought thoughts
Smoke it by the field, fuck it

Life til the next life (Yeah)
Raw Creation always with the vibrations
Uh, swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody

tryna say
Bitch
I ain't got all night
Mhmmmm
Lookin like a pot of gold
No rainbow
See me drivin by
They yelling bingo
Gettin to this bag
You know how this

Til Six
Were to go I would, hey you good no I'm not
Smoking pot getting caught by my mom in the car
Losing trust, fighting lust my love is like rust