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Uh, I it up in these like my last days If is money, I'm an hour past paid Ugh, gunpowder in my Niggas faker than some in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down my hands hurting I'm on a natural high, but I perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y'all But I put up a wall, and just wallpaper So or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes, well that's why they me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me like feathers All hail Weezy, it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the 'Cause life is a movie I've seen too many times You're on the outside looking in, close the And they say never say never, but fuck your mind I've been gone too True or false, right or wrong, Hello Weezy, welcome
and Imma Blunt Polo showin' I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga With my money growing, no where you're goin' You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma
Blunt Polo draws I-I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my money blowing, don't I got more and You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on bitches All about my riches, my name be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward the scissors Life is a choice, and is a decision Times have changed, but fuck it get a new I still got the vision like a line two dots money's eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I'm sitting at 'em I'm a bad motherfucker, 'cause the good die selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one Man that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that down, hummingbird don't hum yeah Big money, big money, pockets talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you call it blood clotting East side, My Damu, I'mma
Blunt Polo draws I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I'm on my You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass Imma
Blunt Polo draws I-I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga my money blowing, no matter where you going You need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
Light that Ashton Kusher, I'm a limit See y'all dead meat, and me I'm a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a And freedom was my girl, until fucking took her You can look into the future, its right behind your But I wanna know, 'cause shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on why shit? ask me why, I say Y-M Beach bum, call me ocean slim the top, look up and make the sky grin Young moola, skinnies and some of the beast till it puke us
Blunt strings showin' I don't give a lovely ass nigga my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin' You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
Blunt strings showin' I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass With my blowing, no matter where you going You need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
I've gone too long True or false, right or
I've been gone too long True or false, right or
I've been gone too long True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, home (welcome home) young mula, baby Young mula, baby (young baby)
been gone too long True or false, or wrong Weezy, welcome home yeah