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Go out on my Go out on my I go out on my roof
Go out on my Take in the sunshine my lined With and the rum rides it to my tummy thought it got me free But it got me I see mind like a bum knee Mine's one he Left you tongue One
I sit around sip say that I'm busy Pissing off the kids that live me I live in a well I'd say it's a city That's got to give to me I do get down say that I'm silly I don't the bullshit to get to me I don't the bullshit to get to me
Yeah, told me this was Given two options, either job or hold up, kept making these cold cuts Ain't wanna be like fool Abdul Rather live the mobsters with the gabagool Bout to start a section on the low Got sopranos, I ain't talking the show And sax, sipping cognacs I see 4 mill in the future off a these tracks, we got the Thought I was dying "let my cameron go" out with a fire flow and a slamming show Letting hammer blow, still write rhymes like They gon get heard by P and Yambo Bro, I could be on the side of the globe Close my eyes for a and i'm in the store On the final leg, in iIreland bout to tour Breaking world records the Guinness pour This was meant for, old droog, the mentor Went from hanging in to doing in stores outsider music in indoor stadiums Is the end or will I endure?
Young Simba practicing his Young contender catching an But I'm on my roof It's just the passing that's all What? I to get gassed when I'm bored Imagine being wrapped in Feel like this has happened before I'm seeing I'm high putting meanings to things that don't mean a I see four empty 40's on my floor i more Fiend for roaches the weed's all Hocus Pocus I see y'all smoked So its Off to the I see Gill He work there Junior just chill His whole he still there Nelson's In the corner brew in his Mutters to about some quandary He got in But no one understands him Wondering That'll be me with wondering grin just wondering in
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