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and dirty like the Mexicans
All of my niggas work hard like they're Mexicans
Twelve niggas in one car, we are Mexicans

Esè I'm about my papers like Mexicans

many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur

Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,

spreading the flour

On a leaf or a paper
The smoking keef
By the hour have the munchies
The kids that are sour

I'm working hard
So one day I can sit back

Early morning, sleep still dripping from my eyes
All these years, I ain't still breathing by surprise
Haven't seen a lot, but I've seen enough, yeah

face
Orgasmic, she go cray
She sour in the morning
Purple when it's late
She weighing by the gram
Periods never late
But I smell her pack
And it's loud,

to buck (stand on it)
I get paper in the morning when I'm wakin' up (wake up)
Make my bitch get your bitch come and fuck on us (fuck on)
Make a hit with

like The Rock when he went corporate
Weighted squats in the gym working on my core strength
Bladderwack and Irish moss, sipping in the morning
Check

Ronny J produced it

Bitch, my jeweler a jew, and my lawyer is too
And my bitch is Brazilian but
She know I'm a gook
Bitch, my suit is Italian
Have

go all night
Just make it to the morning
When I see it’s snow bright
Now I know why
Now I know why
I now know why
I gotta go hard
I gotta bring

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Yeah, it' thursday morning.
Packin' up the things.
I need for scientifical purpose. Yeah I know it is filthy.
Shit goes on, missing papers

I was progressing through my adolescence without pen and paper
But in just a second later it's a presence in my nature
At the age of 20, felt that I

thankful for my daughter, my lil' blessing
Yeah, she heaven sent, nigga
Ayy, I'm gettin' money by the racks now

Bad hoes keep on tryin' to get me capped now

a deep quote
You spray like a broken ak
All day i play smoke bombay and keep my morning started with a j
I mix my pk with haze slip into a daze for days

once but I know she want more
In the morning gotta block her like Alonzo
Cause you know I gotta paper chase
She blew me then I'm out candles on the cake

shoes on from last fall
Weather you had Pro Wings or J's
This is for all of y'all from back in the days
Who remembers Penny Loafers
In the oven syrup

I gotta
Yeah
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I gotta ride with that thing by my side,

and for me to know
If you know my face salute
Parlez-vous français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo
If you know my

the morning
We gon' bang to the right
Walk in the spot, thirty K for the night
Shoot out the Glock, he get laid with a pipe (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm in

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I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile

Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down

Get out just like OJ.
Wake up in the morning to prosecco and that O.J. 
I ain’t acted crazy since the middle of my coke faze, 
But now I’m off my rocker

of conquering the entire land
From southern mountains to the northern sands
We shared a bunk bed at the Hotel Bland
By next morning we had wrote a song
Some

on the sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
At times I'm blinded by these vixens
They don't really like me like the paper that I'm spending
Get money and fuck bitches
I need

Had to get money, I had to get money
Spend in the night, make it back in the morning
I see your girlfriend, I eat her for munchies
Rasta man roll up in

on myself, fuck, it's been a while
I been on autopilot, I gotta do what I gotta do with a smile
Stack my paper up so high, it tips over and it makes a pile

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