Acid, acid
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Tab, tab
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Roll it, smoke it
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Take a drag, drag
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Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device
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In the lab cooking work like Walter White
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My general salute, I got a gram or two
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And have a nigga head spinning like a poltergeist
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Probably never gonna change, nigga, fuck fame
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This is real cocaine, nigga, nigga, numb to the gums
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Numb, numb till you spit
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Nothing I ever do is whack, so in fact, I am that sick
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Nigga, hit it once then he pass it
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Casket, casket, I am often drastic
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Undead to the dead, two horns in my head
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Levitating when my eyes become red, dog
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Nectar for the holy protector, wrecked them
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Yes, I carry along weapon, just in case
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Machine gun them, we clear the place
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True jan love, ganja we blaze
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Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I
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It's amazing how acid could open your eyes
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My face look sour 'cause I'm smoking it, guy
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I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes
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Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I
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It's amazing how acid could open your eyes
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My face look sour 'cause I'm smoking it, guy
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I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes
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You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bro bro
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Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leaking, slump slump
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Now you all fucked up, don't compare us to nobody, nigga, they're not us
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Had to die for you' fuck the music in my crutch
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OG I puff, gold teeth, not much if not at all
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Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved
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Or drugs involved, or fucks involved
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Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve
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Like watered down packs, you're not that raw
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These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on
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Hear'
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Nigga, you slipping if you ain't near that wet bong
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Supreme seams, Zombie logo
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Or I'm wearing Polo, eye bleed hit trees meet sonny bono
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Between these seas and I row, row, row, row
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Radiant girl can't see my aura
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I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora
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Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her
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I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta
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You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important
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I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma
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Let's hear bout' I let you spray the llama
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When doubt I got problems, I spit that fool and drown in a coffin
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The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting
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But I'mma keep it squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this
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Don't Do Drugs Kids
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