[Verse:]
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I be driftin on some other ish
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Tryin to make money, I'm on my Southern ish
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But quietly I'm tryin to be where the money is
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Between Chevy's and them Spaceships
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[?] is what I'm dying for, but I'm in to hatin shit
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Like whack rappers and boppin chicks
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Tryin to shake pockets be on some mockin ish
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All types of birds in this dirty game
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So I keep a couple wolves with some sturdy aim
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Be my mobbin ish
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Hittin targets from miles away
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But usually, this side of my mind is cooped up
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But it's out today and it's driftin
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Z28 with the shift and Chevy doors lift and
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I'm showin out, no more holdin out
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And half these niggas don't know what to talk about
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So they blabbin out, as far as confidence and throwin bars
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My content goes beyond stars
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Super stardom, Post-pardon
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Emo Joggin, it's all Hardy Har when
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It's laughter in the air
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So I puff the shisher blow the smoke in the air
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And watch through the clouds all these problems disappear
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As the ashes fall to the side along with these spheres
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They say this type of wisdom comes with years
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And I'm wise behind mine, A cold nigga
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A Red Diamond out the coal mine, Newly found
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So hold time, as I hold mine down
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Prince became King, tell em they can give me my crown
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NOW
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[Sample:]
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Listen people are you ready?
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Chevys And Space Ships
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| Stalley |
