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