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