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I hard for everything, so why not salute?
say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Sweedish broad badder than my bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you it when it aint lit
She dont cook well, but she give me brain
a rapper turn singer like T-Pain
Got her up late; wakin up, baked
And to think this the life that I
Arguing with attendants shorted my flight clothes
And every girl I f**k, like her boyfriend might know
on the sweetest of smells, my weed come in barrels
f**k wit bitches who fiend for in need for Chanel
n**ga, Im off life so my eyes low
Cant to see whats in the future but I drive slow
And for the picture
Hated, now they say I miss like mister
All of smokin
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
Live like, the weekend
Dont know Im goin
Im gone, On to
Show you
Yeah Ive livin, Smokin
Smokin Dreamin
I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Im tryna come up on yall
Pop the trunk n front of my car, in front of your
She reconsidering her decision to wit ya
I it because of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of
Livin my simultaneously in this dream
s**t so good I swear
Airplanes stack change wit the gang,
Wings spread cities, leave shadows everywhere
I less about industry mingling
n**gas was WWF wrestlers, court judges and dressers
I got cross-trainers, Nike, SB
n**gas cant my shoes Ima nicer MC
I had a that I caked up
Tried to a joint, and count a million when I wake up
YESSSS!!! n**ga!
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
Live life like, the
Dont where Im goin
some dont , to , see me, succeeding,
but ive livin, Smokin
Dreamin Livin
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of this dreamin, Im to
Live life like, the
Dont where Im goin
Dont Want To ,
See Me
But ive livin, Smokin
Dreamin Livin