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Oooo yea gang gang
(Holla) (holla)
Nine

Yeah money my motive

I smoke till Im loaded

I can't feel my legs
Can't feel my head
Wobblin and leanin but i stil ain't dead I fight to the end boy I stick to the pledge
Good kush and Henny is the way to the bed
EEEuRR
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MY weight on the bed
YeH I know she take it straight to the head
Flow keeps rolling and I keep rolling joint after joint motto is f*** a Fed
Middle finger high my mind higher
You say I ain't been getting money you a goddamnn liar
Hundred degrees out and I still can't tell Ice over Ice you still got nothing to sell, You need a bag then you hittin my line, ringing and ringing you waiting in line, if we speaking simply im simply divine
Knocking out rivals the game is now mine
I ain't sweating a bitch
Never hung up ona ho
Im on a paper trail straight out the bando
Cruisin round town in my MF ride
You say the grass green its greener on my side
If i said I gave a fuck im sorry
I buy that lie
This zone 2 shit
Right off the north sid e
Can't keep me down
The limit is the sky