I'm on the first thing smoke, smoking on some dope
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That I got from all that O, all my niggas slow-mo
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Mr. Mac Millies, we in my Phantom, most dope
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It's crack in my drawers, back against the wall, overdose
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Michael Jack trill, in Manila Billy O's
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Yeah, you all in the court, gets tough, tough kids go
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All over a sudden these niggas candy cane
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And they sugarcoating the money they making in the hood, they rogue
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Caught up in the mall, never even touched a hoe
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While I'm under mild drugs only think you fuck your nose
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I know some youngins click the up and that's ready to blow
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And we don't play them hookers, we are homophobes
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It's concrete but you already know the slogan
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Abbreviate, my appreciation is a token
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Laughing all the way to the bank, no lacking the loafer
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Keep a couple addicts to get a new package of dope
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Paying taxes to full bands, slapping with no hand
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Hand to hand, hand the samples out, that's free promotion
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Jealousy is a weak emotion, picture me rolling
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Speedboat on the beach, oh shit, at the boat race
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Gangsta G, 87 cut smoke
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Ship it off and get my pocket used to bust it open
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Hennessey and Coca Cola keep a nigga low key
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I slow it up promethazine, I finna go potion
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Potion, drug dealer and abuser
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I used to get up and pop all the oxycontin then get suited
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String it in my weed cause I was way too scared to do it
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Live in a movie like a young don, serving heron, shooting
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Shooting sugar limbs out with sake, then the nigga popping
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Shit is heating for you bastards
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I'm throwing 'em on the Glock
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And leave my nigga cop the Cola, the soda and yo locking everything
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I slip my feet in new sneakers like Mr. Roberts, bitch
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Hold me down to poster child for parents visual
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My kitchen now you noticed that this shit be in the air
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You buy the first, I front the second, call me in a pair
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Stepping on the back, I break these birds off like Kevin Whiff, bitch
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Boat Races
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Freddie Gibbs |