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I work hard for everything, so why not
They say a pays baby, all I got is proof
And a Sweedish broad than my main bitch
Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it lit
She cook well, but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like
Got her stayin up late; up, baked
And to think the life that I chose?
Arguing with attendants whove shorted my clothes
And every girl I f**k, feel like her boyfriend might
Smokin on the sweetest of smells, my weed in barrels
wit bitches who fiend for Gucci in need for Chanel
n**ga, Im high off so my eyes low
Cant to see whats in the future but I drive slow
And for the picture
Hated, now they say I cant miss mister
All of smokin
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 livin, Smokin
Smokin Livin
I go to with a picture of a Porche on my wall
Im tryna come up on yall
Pop the trunk n front of my car, in of your broad
She her decision to f**k wit ya
I think it of the
Possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, row of anything
Livin my life simultaneously in dream
s**t goin so I swear
Airplanes stack wit the gang, Taylor
spread over 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 fill my shoes Ima MC
I had a dream that I up
Tried to a joint, and count a million when 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 where Im
some , want to , see me, succeeding,
but ive been livin,
Smokin Livin
All of this
Oh you, got me
And all of dreamin, Im supposed to
Live like, the weekend
Dont know where Im
Some Dont To ,
See Me
But ive livin, Smokin
Smokin Livin