(Verse 1)
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Tub up in my face
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Makes me feel not so retarded
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Swisher sweet back and forth
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From the shoulder martin
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When the bitches comes I got some money, ye
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Don't be liars for me
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Now let's fuck 'em all
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'Cause I can't afford the line snorting
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Things just gotten out of hands
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Tell me why must I live my life this way
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Bring the stress, take a hike
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'Cause we do what we like
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It's the sunshine fab
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(Verse 2)
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Everybody within wanna fuck with us
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But I don't think those busters will succeed
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SASSLIN I the boy that they cannot see
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M to the A to the RIO
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Really did up and not giving a O
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If you chillin then we can roll
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And if you start drippin you have to go
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(Verse 3)
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See I'm outta here with the space
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Needle syringe,
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Talk to B , John this month west do
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He spokes crip
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But we sieged every inch
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On the tractor we took
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Ye fresh out off the school
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The boomers backing me up
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Ayo don't wait the ballons
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That's still just opium doom
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The Afgani abused, substance the streets hold to you
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And you abused with a new passion the magic is blue
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Frank Lucas is foreign for us I pass it to you
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(Verse 4)
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Check the beat flow with it
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The henny slow sipping
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Only OG swishers old favorite touch my kush kid
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I'm on a mission, for cars parked benches
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With the fucking tripping view, for me to blow my cushion
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Tryin to get my blunt lit , rollin with some rich kids
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For boxing out the vends so please don't let the breeze in
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Hoe let me in so I can hit it like sin
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I ain't gonna lie, I love pie
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Lungs like cougar but my eyes stay blood shut
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Do alot of shit just so I can tell you I told you so
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Young college kid but he the homie though
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Never been the type to just give up on my dreams
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And one day I will give up on the weed
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But for now J Cole I need a light please
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Always on some dumb shit my crew rolling higher than the blunt is
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(Verse 5)
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Come on guys I just like the flow
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But all my verses hit hard call them Jojo Mars yo
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Listening to ill beats fat bass
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Tryin to get my rhyme straight but I'm too baked for this mind state
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Let me take a break like I'm running up a hill
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Aww the hill, where I made my first bill
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No allowance so I had to snatch and steal
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That's the real, yee
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Right I rhyme for your mind all the time it's so fun
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In seattle if you see the sun come kick with me
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Put some weed in your lungs ask Breeze and Little Steve
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How it gets done, that's it son
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Yeeee bitch!
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(Verse 6)
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Ayo my mind fly fast through a space ship zipper
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That's why I need an L just to chase this liquor
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Sky get high excuse me while I doobie you
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Myself every day so real, no movie
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Or youtubing, real cutie share bootie
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We are who we are becoming but what are we to be
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Greatest joy in this earth it's just a privilege to breathe
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Fry chicken to eat, fry fish in the sea
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Beautiful pills, thinking we're the vision to see
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Politician listen I ain't need permission to speak
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I'm vicious in the street, in your face permission to speak
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I shit the machine died marty switch at the beat
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(Verse 7)
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Money May weather, sunny day sweater
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Get grade A gooda a cheddar fresher ye nigga
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I'm something you never understood before
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Beyond one , shit I could be 4
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Any 2 can draw , hype smoke and pot
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Puff puff to the dome hit the like scotch
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Don't get it twisted nigga
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DK spits symbols on seaman
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Down the tale of lost MC's soldiers in a war waged on dead
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Why I keep the fists raised
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On my shit, passed the torch to
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MC I'm on my course too
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Eat a full course meal
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Don't see for real
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Sincerely it's me bitches
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Seattle Super Chronics
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Mario Casalini |