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[Verse: 1 -
Rollin and smoking that dro, long as nose
That's just the way that it goes that money to blow
Banging Wiz on my and I'm not leaving home
So fuckin' high I won't even joke
Hoe I'm not not feelin' the floor
Underneath both my toes any
All I know is I'm flying just me, I'll circle the world
Cause I be upon you
Like that is fallin, from heaven far into the sky
I move like the waves the tides have
And finally I have
Whether fact or fiction, it's life
I'm vexed on the prize, no we not it light for tonight
40's on ice got me feeling so that whatever the price You can have what you like
Quit the reaction
Everyone looks to my hands I hold
The and the gas can
This fatal movin' to music photographers flashin
Haters all got their stratchin' poppin' a gasket
In fact why don't we go get you a
My flow is so sick you blast it
That you and your homies be needing a

[Verse: 2 - Joe
Still reminiscing about the
I had nothing to phase
But now it's like I'm stuck in limbo never getting a
by all I gotta have, regardless if I afford
To pay my rent or eat
Would be called overboard
I don't know, have a feeling when I'm living divine
One day have all of the money
And all the to provide
The endless in which I dream
For now I'm just by
But in the end our final goal is when we can
Those faded nights when I'd
With no what's going on
Consumed too bevys
Waking up on my lawn
But something's gotta
One day it'll be all in the
at a rate like this
I don't know how long it's to last

[Verse: 3 - Joe
Throughout struggle
Many known have got in, worn out
And it was a disaster
Listened to haters, which to create inner doubt
everything you mastered
Just know, that in this
We always have the to make our own choice
we use it as the fuel
Or as the means where our lives will be
But on the that some of us would walk
They tell you that define pain
And when used to our
Tools for how one day we are proclaim

Smith t'the Wesson, 357 dual
Hid under the of the classic
Not very elaborate, but better getting shot
Pulling a from your backpack
Tasked with, whatever I'm matched in
Yes I'm fantastic you can't put nothing me
In fact, they ain't got no blast back
rapping since ages of writing on foolsgap
Moving like fluid tides to the moon
Know my got my back in whatever I do
triedest and true in all places we move
To provide for harvest you first the fruit