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[Daz
(Who is it?) Mac
(Who is it?) The Mac!
(Sup? What you need) I know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?
(Oh you a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got half for $250)
(Dropping is $500 more) Oh my God
(So what you need is I got) Man, give it to me now

[Daz 1]
I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm as fuck
My body aching, thanking God that I it as much as I need
Bread, my covered me under the shadow
With the that I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a status, opportunities I'm grabbing
If it's weed, or a better I got to have it
my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
With the that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
It no thang to handle my situation just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is
And to the world I'm a dogg pound
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm on playa haters
I stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie
But later, in the end realize that he's a
To the police that raided my shit, my shit hot again
I relocated, up on a jack pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all I got
Everyday I gain nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I hear money knocking at my

2X]
But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my
Can the police be coming for the and the yo
Can it be a looking for a dub
I think they out to set me up

[Daz 2]
I'm more popular than ever, me out nigga never
I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder
It don't nigga, what the fuck did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to myself true
I'm draped in and gray but I'm straight making it happen
or slangin' or I got to stay focused on rapping
It's all about the legitimate way to ya pay
No fun in LA, or Beach, or compton, or Watts
Wherever I lay my head to sleep
God for my children and my soul's at peace
Yeah, am I the I try to be?
Between me and the it's drama won't let it be
See I'm on my own, got's to on
to lend on, use 'em and then just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
Like the is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running like a video game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the week last week, it no thang
It's that, freak nasty
I know you fine but you look like BIATCH!

2X]
But I that I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear knocking at my door
Can I hear knocking at my door
Can the be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer for a dub
I they out just to set me up

Outro]
Y'all know when selling dope
And everybody at the mother fucking door
You don't who it is
It could be your mother, could be brother,
could be the police, be the feds,
and it could be a nigga to smoke your ass
So watch who you open door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

Yeah, this is like a bubble
There's always a player hater that to prick it
But you got to let that bubble to it's highest level
from the bullshit
Let it float, let it
The way smooth shit go, or without a low
money or without a whore
Because the highest power's see you through it
For sure, because that's where belief comes in self
Let it go, let it

(you what, you right)