OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front
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Fifty G's I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna f-ck
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Too faded, f-ck control
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Five pills, I f-cking roll
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One dysfunctional family, nah we wasn't no Huxtables
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Eight years that pops got, that shit killed my f-cking soul
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I swear that day they took my heart, felt like I died real f-cking slow
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So I got high, out my mind, a thousand times when shit got low
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We was married to the game til that bitch got old
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Expensive ass ho, let it be
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Now you know why the bitch ain't never free
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She going in for the kill, let her eat
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I'm in here doing drugs, chemistry
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So dope, amphetamine
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She make it all okay, ketamine
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Anyone ever loved her, enemy
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I'm getting gum, tryna make new memories
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[Chorus:]
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OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front
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Fifty G's I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna f-ck
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Too faded, f-ck control
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Five pills, I f-cking roll
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I f-cking roll [x4]
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OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front
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Fifty G's I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna f-ck
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Too faded, f-ck control
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Five pills, I f-cking roll
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I f-cking roll [x4]
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We ain't invited, we just invaded
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Suede seats, she's been persuaded
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OG, she's been sedated
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Huh, this bitch is faded
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Look, they say they ain't scared but I know they shook
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When I say love in the air I'm probably talking bout the kush
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Okay now let's start, less talk
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How the f-ck they shooting blanks at this Kevlar
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It's okay they slept on me, they'll be awake for the best part
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And I'm on the loudest shit, you probably couldn't even get an ounce of it
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And I just went through a pound of it
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You ain't got kush, that's counterfeit bitch
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I'm the right guy for that wrong love
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Adderalls and them long blunts
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Popping M's in my penthouse
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Taking slow sips out that tall cup
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Pour it up til we breathe slow
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Yeah bitch I'm just getting warmed up
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And bet she wanna tell me to stop but she like it more when I'm on drugs
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[Chorus x4]
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Num8ers
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