[Hook:]
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Birds on the highway flying in the rental
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The pills look like skittles
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And the OG's just as strong as can be
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Let's take a trip outta town
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I gotta double my money
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My connect is waiting on me
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Being broke ain't nothing funny
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Let's take a trip outta town
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Box it up and wrap it
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Then let's get in traffic
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I can fedex you a package
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Let's take a trip outta town
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[Verse 1: E-40]
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Pardon me... but would you happen to have any gray poupon
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Fuck naw bitch we out here clippin' coupons (coupons)
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Welfare recipients fixed income (income)
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EBT cards PG&E none
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After sitting in the dark for a week no lights for a week
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Made up my mind I'm a do what I gotta to do as a man and get on the grind
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I rap and I rhyme but so far that ain't made me a dime
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I'm sick of my mama flippin' pattys working at Maggies commin' home cryin
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On the weekend workin part time stressin' and prayin'
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It's goin be alright mommy I put that on me
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I'm a start sellin tree cause it's less risky
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Went and got a cannabis card so the popo can't frisk me
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Goin hard on the yard rollin my sleeve gettin down and dirty
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Amtrackin it outta state and city to city
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Greyhound bussin it seal it and tuck it in my booty
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Got pills, windshield and elbows of broccoli
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BIATCH!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: B-Legit]
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Pisces got the prices dope be da nicest
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Niggas cop cakes and cut them into slices
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Then we get vices feds and the task force
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I can teach you how to get it, crash course
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And when it's slow you gotta move around
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Find a nigga outta town say he gettin down
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Put em on the ground see you in about a week
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The only way to eat keep your money in the streets (ya)
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South niggas put they border up
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Arizona Mex fuck tha border up
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They even get across if they sorta tuff
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You gotta know who to trust that's important stuff
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California grown what you knowin good
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And they be blowin that up in the back wood
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And they be coppin that if the scratch good
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All you gotta do is just give it to the neighborhood
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Laroo]
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I give it too ya
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I got tha tracking number tear the paper up when it lands
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Quick notha hunned in tha rubba band it's never enough
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Just feedin 5 (5) on the wake up touch wherever you desire
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Them niggas pack was quiet I came with all loud
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Mama didn't know how tha money came she was proud
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I open doors in a small town avoid snitches
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Bounce back like trampolines when work missing (GET IT BACK!)
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Is you lookin for a way in or way out
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Credit good real niggas never see the drought
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Shot the game to my lil nigga cause he tha driver
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Minivan got 10 cakes on each tire
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We take that highway up town with light traffic
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No smokin speed limit we so active
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Have my bread straight big faces facing up
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Let this rental car trail me with hammers tucked
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[Hook]
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Outta Town
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E-40 |