Lyrics:
and a half shot keepin' you high
But I don't sell 'cause what you're sellin' is never sold
Or dealed by the real mack brothers of old
Nah, I just devise
to NASA
200 Miles on the dash
Gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapid
We the ones that kept it cool
With all these niggas
don't ever stop
And we just keep pursuing
Now you see me now you don't, hocus pocus with the flow
Surrounded by a whole lotta' company, sometimes still
I said Iu0027m going on a massive run
Ainu0027t no way they way passin us
I donu0027t know who gassed em up
See you spreadin lies
But that shit
tryna call up my brother and ask him to pull up so we can make dough
Up on a beat by Kyrie, got motherfuckers seizin' on the floor
I'ma take nine tabs,
fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
Time to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare
workin' hella hard and I got shit to show, nigga
I said by 25, we gon' be hoppin' out of rolls, nigga
We was hella poor, I remember shoppin' down
love, she wanna love me now
(yeah) oxy, yeah I love you
Stay with my twizzy, my brothers, yeah
We just be ridin around (yeah)
You ain't gotta take nun
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
on the way, just wait for me
I told all my brothers to pray for me
Ex friends so fake, some make believe
Eyes are so red from these happy tears
I haven't felt
Eagle, Eagle Carter man (yeah)
In a '96 Regal contraband (okay)
On my way to the east, to the laundromat (okay)
Gotta wash that money and get on my ass
There can be no denyin' that the wind 'll shake 'em down
And the flat world's flyin'. There's a new plague on the land
If we could just join hands (X3)
They hate on us cause they know it’s our time
They just mad cause we winning by a landslide
And we rollin'
Shout-out downtown to that east side,yea
Pop a bottle yeah we made it now
Close the deal that's a 100 thou
Out the country for my brothers day
30 bitches 30 on the way
Pop a bottle yeah we
a cage
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to love us till we found our own way through the maze
New york, set trippin'
oars
We still stake our claims at
Stern, Bow, Port or Starboard
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Just wait for others, holding offers
Make way for mothers, holding
to the doorstep of the show
In just a little while, we're gonna let them people know
Come on, let's hit the road, brother, tune up that guitar
Cause you and me
to get the nickels
While we rippin' instrumentals
Rappin shit is getting simple
I'm the nigga who be flying with his eyes out
Pass the food, drinking hella
easy you too hot that's what roger say
If a nigga play today we out by night spinning on shit right away
Dead guys got me high rolling up again tryna get
keeping your picture wrapped inside my hand
The memories of what we had go passing by
I hope we'll never say goodbye
I miss the way we loved
Now its just
taking a dive
This shit can get deeper just open your eyes
Live in the moment I watch them go by
Smoking that potent don't care that I'm high
I put in that
can be with no shame
We made a safe place
Indulged fill up our plate
I know your ways
We can be with shame
That's why I
I Love you like a brother
light it
And by the way I hope that you don't have any plans today
Go ahead and roll up I'll be there as soon as you light it
And by the way I hope that
stand up and rejoice now
We about halfway through the road
We got about another hundred years to go
that's for sure
God is good that's right God is
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