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Smoking weed in the basement
One two six Sampson drive
Meet the boys at Chafes place, guaranteed we're getting high
Barely even getting by

Got a weed farm, up in ya attic
Cocaine lockup in ya basement, one of ya cronies
Printing dat counta fit money, running guns through neighbors, ain't by

caught the foul just like the ref
I'm better off all by myself
Maybe I'm narcissist as well

But anyways
I just charge it to the game
Pussy, money, weed I

from my brother to my weed man
Did I disappoint you by not living to potential
Did I say "cuz" too much
Did I offend you
Did you really fuck with me

days I couldn't afford Robin's
Now I get bored with the top picks, and only go if she tropic
KD, bitch I gotta J, lazy bitch keep tryin to stay
Kicked

Of Aroma, Israelites Soldier Money Hound. Pull Robberies With The Halloween Mask, Now I'm Blazing. Look In Deep Inside My Tighten Eye's, Abusing Weed Laced Up

friends, ones that's gonna be there

Whether you're in a bubble eyed Benz or the Federal Penn

Ones that will show you love when your surrounded by hate

M 
Don't need no new friends 
Y'all niggas hangin by a thread
Cut off the loose ends 
I need me a fuckin M 
Don't need no new friends 
I need me

if niggas don’t fuck with me
I’m buck 50 needed some bars then come get me
With me sneaking bitches to the house smoking weed in the house
Nigga

reality
Shoutout J he got a bag

Sending me mixed flags
We like hearing You from rags
People done been clout chasing
Talking using hashtags
Stop buying bots

in
So I hit the weed man
I'm a need that
Just got paid nigga, bring the big bag
Need a Backwood, I'm a grab a whole pack
Back-to-back, when it's time

on my phone
Cravings for weed
Fireball and patrón
I'm aiming for legend
That shit's set in stone
Jay Wade
Wei shades
Different niggas
want the same thang

chubby guy comin straight from 7 mile
Your girl heard my style
And said "oo he's foul"
So tell your man to stop trippin bro
Or he gunna get rushed by 10

to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think

Baby momma tripping, half a stack missing
My daughter just shitted herself, my song skipping
And that's the only weed I got left, in that ashtray

a joke
Hope I see you in hell
Just to watch yo body roast
Weed loud so my eyes low
I snapped on em like Thanos
All the fakes start to disappear
Ye and Cudi

an autograph? (Uh-huh)
And he was like if the graph is auto it should be done by now
Like what the fuck does that even mean? (I don't know man)

Yow! Uh! I'm

to blow up

You still make a wish off a eyelash
I live by live fast, die last
Cause everything shift on the daily
So I roll dice cause the risks don't scare

you
You gon' have to prove em wrong
You might have to write a couple songs
Teflon Bars, is why I can't lose

Look
These two L's Keep me Cool that's no J

she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling

'94 Roosevelt copped the green card
'99 up in the Macy's we the steam squad
Me libere, weed inside a cigere
Action Bronson, Bronsoliño, tigere
Taco

it's the head just for me

By the way she give head she should have a degree
And my plug we connected get gas for the free
And these niggas be broke

photo
B-boy stance, and that's fo' sho
'Till the day I die 
And that's on yo grave,dog, 'cause I'mma live forever
I'm blessed by God and I'm highly

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