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I'm a G-Town metal, you know I'm bout my dinero
You don't want no fuckin' smoke, you don't want no bezel
Yeah, I've been about my shit since a very

on a great show

Flying first class, but I'm still trash
Smoking on gas, now I can't do math
I'm about to collapse, think I should perhaps
Girl, we need to get

high
Typical flashes of my shadow tryna capture me
Blood clouds, robots breakin through the galaxy
Technological drones controlled by hidden blasphemy

pills or advice from therapy 

Bmike Verse 2

Liars lie
Sinners sin 
Tide is high
Sink or swim 
My whole life, innocent
Doc’s advice medicine 
 I don’t

buzzin' and the people been lovin' it, It's like I been kept a secret by the government, It's like I stole the baton and had to run with it
Held it for

a Friday night
I might sit alone at home or look 4 mami's through my phone
Or smoke 1 riding down the road or maybe hit the liquor store
Matter fact I'll do

by 
You shy when you smoke you get high 
Vibes in the air under low lights 
Way she go down Im like oh my 
Need to escape where the opps don't clock

called growin' up
You can't hang with the gang nigga, you not strong enough
Tryna get to this bank, nigga, boy, you broke as fuck
Haters damn near  gon'

5-star hotel her ass on a bed Ten hours, man, this the time flies
One of the ones, now I'm in the sky high
She say no one home, better drive by
Porsche GT

ain't nothing special I'm just trying to reach my high life
You ain't on my level, keep on chasing now I'm die guy
You ain't got the juice

of the lost ark
Rescue mission
Commissioned
By heaven's high court
Magistrate
With prorate power
Soon to conglomerate
Devastate
Disgustation
Bout to hoard
This

Ya don't hush,a million pieces get broken like candy crush
Cheers up,angry toast that I cracked the cup
This is P at the plate,time to batter up

the boy God got the boy God got the boy

It's the re-up
It's time to get the re-up
And now they blowing smoke like onomatopoeia
Everyone just caught up in

days
Still a good day-
It's just two on the dot
Got my rusto paint with me so I go hit a spot
Right by the yard-
And you know sometimes shit can get hot

Drank every single night
I was with the gang, gettin' real high

Smoke a blunt, I was tryin' to get by
With these racks, I split it with my guys
With

what'd you do that for
We get high we just numbing the facts tho
And she said that I'm an asshole
And way back then man shit was different I ain't know

that's dual shipment
Bullets gets hot like a mafuckin sauna
Blick be black got heat like Ghana
I'm fucking on that bitch she a Mexicana
She eat it up call

I can't relate to no nigga
Slow and steady win it all
Ain't in no race with no nigga
Only smoke it out the bow
Don't need no-
Bitch I'm so high
Feel

her end up in a ounce
Smoke on that nigga like hookahs at lounge

Had to chase you like a high speed
Pussy dripping like a iv
Biggest blessing you all I

the fucking wrath

Crack your head open like a can of soda Rolling high as fuck never wanna get got by The man in blue he's ruthless
What the fuck else can you

rolling up a Honey Berry Backwood, I get too high
I just bought a Richard Millie, look like a dinner plate
Too much ice on my wrist, you fuck around

Got a different vision I'm really the type to sit and get paid with ya', uh
That was out of spite, niggas spreading lies saying that he sprayin' with it

point we just coastin
Adjust my Cuban link
Thinking hours
Let a nega think
She just wanna smoke  vibe
Get high off
what a nega think
So nega think
Double

annoying
I don't wanna know where the fuck she goin'
Chasing the bag, and I'm getting my bread up I gotta count up all the cash yeah
Had to get up and go do