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Yeah! Ha! Yeah, we got, on
Why cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude
Pass the booze, and let's on it
I'm rolling in a with the grill fronted
I even smoke no mo' but I feel blunted
Yo I'm toking on the
to the A.M., cats be taking in the P.M.
Tell the I'm the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, feed them
They me like I need them
See the streets is
Had to with my mind on how I could divined
Stay on my
I'm grinding, 'til I get balls
Everyday, same shit new
Don't make me act like where I come because he grew tall
There's a that to run from it if you neutral
and vogues, customers and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I

I to ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high

I'm the cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the and get props
If you get that kick-a-box
Make sure that knock
If you get that glock don't be scared to big shot
Hip Hop is changing, why y'all want me to stay the
like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize like a scout
Hey yo, I'm bound to your lady as I turn your lady out
I about that
Messing with no man's women
of jealousy then a man go under
Understand a man and his
to Joan Mitchell
With the fan and the
Can it be so then?
I Rockports, you rock Timberland's
I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long
I ain't over, I just made my own lane

I want to ride in my car, smoke my
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high

I to ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel

Like a to a hoe I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my
A thug came to me, said it changed his
Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the
I'm to do better
I ain't Mister Right
I'm a man, I'm too old to fist-fight
I on point like trick dice
Tweaking like the sound man who need to mike
Sounding bitch
I know the block is hot, but we just get ice
our children's children sit nice?
I the song to make the fiend's strong
Kong ain't got shit on me
I days to rip emcees, I'm peaking
But I still gotta get that
You on monkey ball damn chimpanzees
Mobbing through the Chi-Town to feel the yo

I want to ride in my car, my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel

I to ride in my car, smoke my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel
I got the right to high