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on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof.

seems, it
Ain't what it seems, it ain't what it seems
No, I'm just chasing after my dreams y'all
I got no friends, I'm strung out
Strung out so high
I need

BRIDGE
I'm getting so much paper so its fuck all you haters
I'm Sippin on that purple stackin gold like a Laker
Luh bitch just hit my phone I text

Fuck you lame niggas on my way to be a winner 
Can't be sitting back gotta keep on gettin' better 
You worryin' bout dubs man I'm worryin' bout

Just to let ya know 
I'm a little sick right now but

Work on your timing 
If you call me when I'm busy I'm declining 
You know I hustle so my

always fine
We can Bonnie & Clyde
We can Jay & Bey
We can MCM
We can Dub CE
We can Cheech & Chong
Except you be the bong
Girl, you get me high
Girl, you

ain't nunin trash about u
All my high school teacher still ask about u
N I'm real so u know I still brag about u

A real sweet lady 
Made me up in da

Uh its so gracious, listen to it so gracious
It's like a dove swimmin' in a pond in a pool full of blood
Tuh its what it is what it was you a dub yo,

volume high
Twist ya fingers right
To throw a dub 'cause Los Angeles my joy and pride
Take a walk no ride I feel the heat arise up on my flesh
Causing

Pass me up the zaza
I hope you rolled some ganja
I'm tryna get high
It ain't no surprise
I ain't gotta lie
I don't have to lie
I love fucking zaza

Am as real as it comes
Mocha boy got it out the mud
We was penny pinching most my partners splitting dubs
It ain't have to be said we all knew was

it stay in my hand

Shawty you know that my money be long, I'm cool by the end of this song
Bout the smoke, so I'm lighting it up wit a bong
My brother

to stab a Guy
One of my boys hit em up with a drive by
Got them running scared
We keep on aiming high
Heard them bitches moved to a different State now

to See shit differently
I spit this shit with so much pride
Honestly all jokes aside
When I wrote this fucking song just Know that I was fucking high
You

Produced by: Jacob Radin, Byron Beard
Lyrics: Jacob Radin, Matthew Kolonis

Yeah
Said I been bad, talking past tense
Had to level up, haven't looked

plies
Niggas dummies why tf would u be running off the plug
Send that Nigga up so high that u would think that he a dove
I feel like jaiswan I don't talk

so I'm ten steps ahead
If the message ain't important I'll have to leave it on read, no disrespect
Self love, self care, got that prioritised
If I

Mmmmm
Sis said be for real
Mars said be for real
She said be for real, for real
So I guess I gotta spit
Y'know what I'm saying?
Like niggas really

really had it heavy
Now I'm the man, I need land
I need it for the family
You can Keep the cap in all your dubs and daps
I don't need that
Rappers smash

Don't get caught up in mirage
I get high off of the lifestyle passed on to me by the mob
Bugs in the rug
You know that she down when she stomp them in her

all
So many L's but my dubs going hail mary long, hell yeah
Sippin' homemade coffee, dreamin' condo livin'
Making music with some homies and some pretty

delusional as some of y'all then I'd wanna be us too
Yeah I'd wanna see us lose but I been stabbed in the back so many times that there ain't nothing left

Take a step back and admire the picture
I'm steady mobbing with my niggas
Spitting fire on winter
We getting high in the
Spring, and burning tires,

flabber stripper sticker
Rubber dub hub under
Shoot down the demons
As they fly by sky
High now that you're ready
Wash your face with insecticide
Face