Purple weed and cloudy skies
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Audi rides, used to have to troop, but now we drive
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Now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
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New movie starring yours truly, make the party live
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The mommy's call me daddy
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I call them now and then
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Tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower
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Then it's right back to usual
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Excuse how I excuse you
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You thought I was looking at you
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I was looking through you
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Through my eyes I see things clearer
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Could it be my Bentley nearer
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Gammer under chinchilla
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Chill the fuck out 'fore we kill ya
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I'm no where near familiar
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Live is realer when you're speeding, weeding
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Locking house you need, my reality for the evening (Evening)
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When you're at the top, the bottom calls
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Every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
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Pop my bands and buy it all
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Put my hands in front of coals
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Lot of grands than I'm involved
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Problem man, I'll get it solved
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Spick and span, no problem
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[Chorus:]
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Weed it up, tear it down,
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That's how we roll (That's how we roll)
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Devil wanna take me now
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but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down,
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Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds
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Show up to no one
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When I get to the top (The top)
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All way to the top (The top)
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I'mma shit on you then climb back down
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Just so I can spit on you
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It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
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The shit they do, when you get through
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They used to count a nigga out
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Remember that to this day
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haven't seen me since I made it
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Rather have it this way
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Hung up my Jersey for a minute, now I'm back in the play
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Back in that zone where I'm snapping, rapping like back in the day
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in New York city and now California
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Styling on you skinny nigga from around the corner
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Then found the ?sauna? marijuana in my 2k bomber
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Benz or recline, man, I arm her with my rear persona
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and riot armor, work magic, don't make me try it on ya
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Allakhazam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can
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Man, fuck you sucka niggas and your RIP tatts
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Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back
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I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money
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My flow ain't from this time, more like two thousand twenty
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Bitch, take the space up, back the fuck up I'mma need some room
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You know the order, bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em
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[Chorus:]
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Weed it up, tear it down,
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That's how we roll (That's how we roll)
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Devil wanna take me now
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but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down,
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Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds
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Show up to no one
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When I get to the top (The top)
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All way to the top (The top)
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I'mma shit on you then climb back down
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Just so I can spit on you
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It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
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The shit they do, when you get through
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When I Get There
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Lloyd Banks |