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Spent nights off the at my desk Did time in the off the spliffs I'm not like the on the fence I'm not like I'm lounging on the Get up out and get your Find some in yourself or in this shit Listen, my spit All day give 'em what niggas require My state give up the cause I'ma find it boy we riding Trying to sneak the up out the motherfucking bakery quiet Dodge and on the fire Watch you saying to sire Stay out my and my wallet Move state to state for the Said it on Sunday, you it A tiny list of my I see 'em all as my So the between us is just a pimp and a preacher I'm quick from my demons I crush the with my sneaker You know the between us These niggas you could see it, all of them out of their feelings I know my so I speak it I love the squad so I it Eyes wide open, I'm I'm on the highway, I'm in and out of my lanes I call mom say, that I was all the power I She say she glad I'm she just can't believe it I'm