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I got my mind up,
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I'm for money
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Roll the weed now, let's get bluntin'
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Why they al ways tryna tell
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me somethin'?
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Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
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Haters wanna test me,
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police tryin' to arrest me
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Never smokin', all so stress -free
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But let me show you how we do it tonight
I wake up early in the mornin',
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hit the weed after I brush my teeth
My phone goin' off, I'm like,
who fuckin' with me?
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It's my pony flick Vic,
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on the way to get some fetty
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Give me five, ten minutes,
hit you back when I'm ready
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At my weed bangalow,
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I need to get me some more
I might just cop me a cent,
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on the way to the store
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On the phone with the plug,
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had to put that shit down
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Cause some dude tryna meme up, ah shit
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It's my boy in a Beamer
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pullin' up to the lot
He said, what up, boo?
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What's goin' down tonight?
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Boy, you know I got a show,
and you know there'll be hoes
Bring a 40 and some 40
and some weed to smoke
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He said, all right bet,
I got back on the phone
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Try to run me a check,
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cause if it don't make dollars
It don't make sense, I'm home run,
hitting out the fence
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I got my mind up on some money
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Roll the weed now, let's get blinded
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Why they al ways trying to
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tell me something?
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Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
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Haters wanna test me
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Whole lives trying to arrest me
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Never smoking, I'm so stressed with
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But let me show you how
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we do it tonight
Now I think it's that time
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we pull up on the scene
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Sometimes them suckas that behave,
they can't be like me
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So keep watchin',
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like them cops down the street
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Watch out cause nowadays
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they be shootin' what they eat
So I keep my cool,
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but you know I gotta eat
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On the ground for some cheese
Half a million in my pocket,
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what I really wanna see
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I see suckas like you everyday,
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I can never be
Riding with my day one,
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smoking on the flaming tree
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Going hard everyday so
they remember me
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But it's back to this 40 I was sippin'
Chronic rollin', I've been getting paid
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It's been a good day in California
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Better tuck your chain
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before they run up on ya
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Tough guy, think he tough,
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he don't really want it
If you ain't passin' me that good,
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I don't really want it
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I got my mind up on some money
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Roll the weed now, let's get blinded
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Why they al ways tryna tell
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me somethin'?
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Keep it real, we ain't never frontin'
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Haters wanna test me
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Whole lives tryin' to arrest me
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Never smokin' on some stress weed
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But let me show you how
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we do it tonight
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I got my mind up on some money
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Why they always tryna tamper
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with my shit?

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