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to flex up on they ass
Rolling backwoods by the 8th where the fuck they do that at
My whole team blowing green looking mean and got cash
While y'all haters

Drivin’ that Mustang down Charleston Road
Head over heels for the green eyes next door
Knowing we’d always be close friends
Thinkin’ those days would

coming from a intersection
Know they taught you to get it by any means necessary
My enemies getting buried
That green in the air with a twist of cherry

""The TonedeffLogic Project""
Written by: Tonedeff & Logic
Produced by: Logic
©2000 QN5 Music (ASCAP)

Tonedeff  Verse 1A
I snap wack rappers in half

Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word to god,

Yo, yo, yo
Ay yo la, wats up son? 
Ay yo you read the papers
Two columbian niggas hit these phony niggas
And every routine chevy you call green
Had

The Cadillac outside with the mac dee's and vogues
Put the Jag in the shop and got the brains blowed out
I keep my brim to the ride with a grill in my mouth
Gots

and 30 mins for bagging bodies
Me and the green room members fresh as hell in the lobby
Ride to this shit with ya lady she gone get moist
Bump this with

Gassing the Tesla I’m driving with 3Ps

That’s green leaf, thats og, yeah I ride with my ogs

My whip sit on forges, yeah 22s, turned 20 
Thou, still got

chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but

cat so pretty
And her body so amazing
I can't take my time no playing
Booked a one way flight I'm staying
Never wanna leave this cation
Sunkissed by

to say you lame
Higher point roof top gotta smoke away the pain
Looking at the stars out by the pool in Oklahoma man Chillin
For real chillin
Let that shit

aboard another ship before it sailed away
By the time the sailors noticed me
I was sitting on the masthead, gazing out to sea

Standing in the Crow's

that heat up in the summertime 
You know the streets still cold 
So I ride with the nine 
Rondo number nine 
Bout my green like Peter Pan 
I'm with

field.
Real sh*t, Things are getting real. (Dro Star) On the Ride come and take the wheel. Keep your eyes, on the prize. This the Last Supper. This your

the fact
That my genes is attached to a king, leave the hat
Need a crown, break it down, with a ring just to match
Blow it down by the pound, eating greens

player partner by the name of Ty Deals. Embrace the concept. Ism!

My hustle hand is what I did extend.
Man this green I smoke 
come from a foreign land.

it then I spend it get
It back that's a rebate
Belt Remy FO by 100 I run the relay
Haven't heard from Grizzly been calling
For over three days
That's

riding around em
Two by four
I'll give you wood
That was me riding around em
In my thong
Shit I look good
That was me riding around em
In circles
That was

the same clothes
Nigga mad at me cause we fucking the same hoes
These bitches for everybody knows how that shit go
Beef bout the bitch and get hit by

even pressed tho
Bank account looking like pesto
Full of green ah ha what a dream
A lot of n****s die
Just to live above their means
I aint ever seen

the nearest
When your by my side, I’m clearest
Colour me a fool if I throw that away
Cower in regret as I live out my days
Never alone, even on my own
Moon

polishing done from a distance, teaches patience to the home team
Told me buffer as long as I come from under the counter with long green
Road back south, met

ditches up to shoulders here
Hit the casino put down forty grand and threw a seven
Only my brethren ride with me I'm known to make exceptions
Only elevens