(Intro)
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My comeback
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Millzie I got you
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Al-Doe
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I don¡¯t know what the word pressure mean
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BBN
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(Verse)
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Winter coming, we bring them furs out
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Sky trip in the Aspen, we smoking girl scout
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No service, money¡¯s my whole purpose
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They talk to you, run down on em like why you nervous
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They rap about guns homey, I¡¯m rappin with the gun on me
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Ask them niggas in Atlanta how we movin
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You know the price, black Rubicon Rover white
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Double box vacuum seal
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We send the move at night
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Ah, who your favorite again, who?
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I¡¯m probly on his playlist, raw cones I¡¯m faded
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We break Nobel, make fully regular
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Spice market spin up, this way ahead of ya
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Just me and my bitch
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They seen this one we dippin by
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Stumbling the kiss and fly
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I really did whatever my pimp say
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Rest in peace Vito, esperito Puente
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Dog
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(Hook)
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And as I take another hit
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I wonder if I could get any
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And as I take another sip
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I wonder if I could drift any
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And as she takes another sniff
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She prolly feel like she¡¯ll never get any
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Kush got bitch
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Ride
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(Verse)
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Straight out the trenches
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Use to play the Benjies, the OGs showed interest
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Real nigga Pedigree, not a blemish
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Law of attraction rob off on anybody I link with
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Uh, I¡¯m blessed to be distinguished
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Before you get that guy to think rich
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Most these niggas on some think shit
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It¡¯s my duty to get it
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I¡¯m truly the freshest, sliding hoes out of beauty in Essex
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Why you stressin?
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Block nigga, call him Tetris
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Never left the hood, tryna tell me what success is
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And just like the game appears
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Everything you had lined up, you watch it disappear
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And there go the pressure, creepin on yo ass
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You call yourself tryna build but life is moving fast
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And now you stackin as a nigga using dope
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Sleep standing up but you really wide awoke
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(Hook)
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And as I take another hit
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I wonder if I could get any
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And as I take another sip
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I wonder if I could drift any
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And as she takes another sniff
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She prolly feel like she¡¯ll never get any
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Yo yo
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Smoke something bitch
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Uptown
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(Verse)
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All praises due to the father
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You lil niggas service is fucked, step your bars up
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Foreign boy, I¡¯m too fly for a charging
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Rubber band and Benjamins, rolling jelly jars up
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Hard luck is all we had
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Now it¡¯s lobster like we garliced up
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Vegetable rice butter with partial cups
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Halfway full cuz we halfway gone
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Repentin all of our sins cuz for all we was wrong
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But never regrettin shit, we sayin none of these songs
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Short patience for sucka shit so I roll mine long
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It¡¯s a work out to finish my blunts, I smoke that strong
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And I love a Spanish girl that love her throat to be warm
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McCall poke her over the block
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I just supply the guap and let my nigga run the spot
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I clean cut with visions and being filthy
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To my daughter I¡¯m daddy, to these rappers I¡¯m father Millzie
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Amen
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(Hook)
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And as I take another hit
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I wonder if I could get any
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And as I take another sip
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I wonder if I could drift any
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And as she takes another sniff
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She prolly feel like she¡¯ll never get any
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Higher
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| Jae Millz |
