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do I get a 100 percent 
Gotta turn into a thug every now and then 
Had a pick myself up time and time again 

I thought it’s time i to introduce you

where the movement's gnarly
By your side we riders, Harley
Concrete jungle something like Bob Marley
With you by my side I feel like nothing could harm me

gotta go get it my nigga
About to hit my girl up I need to feel her my nigga
I just wanna think God that i'm still livin my nigga
I hope this money come

She loving Yves Saint Laurent
I pour a 4 in my punch
I'm running low on my intake
I need me some weed
So she roll me a blunt
Dick on the menu for lunch

Atari
Had to roll a couple opps
Up in the blunt, Bob Marley
Top row, start flipping shit
Call it Jeff Hardy
Had to hit a bitch quick
Then I dip- I ain't

spoken
Left for dead
All bent and broken
Rest forever
Wont be awoken
Bled to death
Stabbed by my homie
Frozen stiff
I cant get up
Lonely listening

clouds, you can tell by red eyes
Luke Skywalker, I be higher than a Jedi 
Up in space, catching comets while I chief
One hit got you geeked you would think

ross
Nope that he start running, been feining to let this bitch off
I got 'em pissed off by the way my pockets filled up
"Oh shit, what the fuck was

New Improved

Popa Wu

Visions of the Tenth Chamber

2000

pullin fifty triggas at a time
(Yo they lyin) I'm out firin, yo Puff you be
While you poppin shit I'm poppin nuts up in your girl's coutie
I roll the mic

Well it was Friday in the p.m.
And just like every weekend
I was ready to throw down
Yeah I get a little tore up
So I call my bros up to meet me out

and drop with her body 
Rockin Vlone like Asap Bari 
Sheet and the funnel I feel like Bob Marley
Roll with the chop like we pulled up in Harleys 
Hop out

one of the stickiest demonic chronic
Already called up my man, so I was all up on it
We got a 20 bag, used 10 to roll the blunt
After that, got hungry

to get fucked up
Fill my cups up
She text me break it down I told her go roll something up
You trippen relax
Go play that classic by Bob called One Love

Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by

I just wanna smoke a little weed,

planing interstates 
Side bitch hit me 
Said she wanna roll 
Smoke a lot weed 
B4 the touch down 
Making sure the time precise 
Can't walk in
Them bobs barkers
Once

cut off by a jerk
A real fuckboy, I think his name is Curt
Ready for a fight, he's about to get hurt
Pulled up to his ride, we exchange stares
His kids'

Jump outta bed, wash my face, chuck a shit, brush my teeth
Fuck ya time limit, cunt, I'm cooking up a feed
And by the time I get to work it's already

Most got burned buh I was helped by the fire then held by the fire then
I even raised hell by the fire
Look see I was walking down this yellow brick road

pocket you can smell it (be)fore I open up the bag.(x 2)
Verse
I ain't even open up the bag at all, You can already tell it's potent.
By the time you take

Pole business, cold hearted
I’m from the Arctic
Lookin for me just slide down Market
DOPE ERA Gelato you can roll it up and spark it
Slipping’ in

grey
I was consumed by evil, I was par to the devil
I had no remorse, all i wanted was to kill but i had a change of heat and i switched up
Next minute i

Yeah I'm holding on my imperfections
Turning on my vocals
Six PM in Austin Texas and I'm smoking on a Benji that's moon far large moonchild
Not

control the way i've been smokin'
I like the feeling
I roll one up in the morning
Ash fall past the PM
Influenced by the ones I miss the most, wish I could

I'm a fool with the shit
I told him roll up
Knowing I'm with all the smoke
Last time this Nigga slid
Swear to god he did the cheddar bob
Knowing I'm wit