Huuuh
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I call my brother Sun cause he shine like..noon time
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my last on the turnpike, maneuvering minds GT5 My nerves is ice
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And I wouldn't change none of it at hind sight, believe this
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cause if I wouldn't have been that then I wouldn't be this
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inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
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walkin the walk, and running over them haters
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outlining the chalk, the conversation is deaded
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cause I'm living for the loot n you wasn't talkin no bread biiitch
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cake all layerish, playa all himalayerish, got the 420 vision
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rollin doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision
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my rocket furnishes, projection screens built in my ceilings
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I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really livin
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this jet life, tennis shoes n tuxedos
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them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin mosquitoes
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Don't work, they just cryin, whinin, fuckin pinot grigio
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you need to get on your grind
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stack a stack of dead people, that concussive presidential time
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for that cash I brung a clean tag, this is mine
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fuck you doin with that..dough
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Az holdin the baby, peepin the whole scene, I'm bout to blow
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you know...
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Full Metal
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