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Go out on my in the sunshine my lungs lined With smoke and the rum Passed it to my tummy thought it got me But it got me I see Son's mind like a bum Mine's one he you tongue tied One
I sit around sip say that I'm busy Pissing off the kids that with me I live in a town I'd say it's a city That's got everything to to me I do get down pray say that I'm I don't the bullshit to get to me I want the bullshit to get to me
Yeah, told me this was Given two options, either job or Said hold up, kept these cold cuts Ain't be like that fool Abdul live like the mobsters with the gabagool Bout to start a section on the low Got sopranos, I ain't talking bout the And baritone sax, sipping I see 4 mill in the future off a tracks, we got the ammo Thought I was like "let my cameron go" Came out with a fire flow and a slamming Letting this hammer blow, still write rhymes They gon get heard by P and Yambo Bro, I could be on the other of the globe my eyes for a second and i'm in the store On the leg, in iIreland bout to finish tour Breaking world records the Guinness pour This was meant for, old droog, the resident from hanging in stores to doing in stores Performing outsider in indoor stadiums Is this the end or I endure?
Simba practicing his roar Young contender an applause But I'm on my roof just the train passing that's all What? I liked to get gassed when I'm Imagine wrapped in valor Feel like this shit has before I'm seeing I'm high putting meanings to things don't mean a thing I see four empty 40's on my i need more for roaches when the weed's all Hocus Pocus I see smoked noticed So its Off to the I see there He work Junior just chill there His whole life he there Nelson's In the brew in his coffee Mutters to himself about some He got in But no one really him Wondering That'll be me with that wondering just wondering in
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