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Yo yo yo yo
Yoooo
Yeah
This shit feel like the jay getting passed back
When bread hit my cash app
What jadakiss laugh at
When she undress herself confirming the ass phat
Night caps massages and long naps
Aye yo
It feel like scripture when I really tap in
Should be a sin for mortal men
To ever speak on my pen
On my judgement day
I'm hoping that he thank me for this
I'll say my G you gave me life
So I was always locked in
Nelly band aid under my eye
TI skully
When a dollar twenty five
Got you four chips and a huggie
My neighborhood had buddies
Young niggas that's half hungry
Who had no choice but the block
When she said I can't have company
My mama put her dream down
Just to show me love
So pardon self if your affection for me
Ain't enough
I get depressed thinking bout
Where my OG's ain't end up
I need indica-dom hybrids
Niggas can't sell me huff
Piña Colada slushy Boba with the oreos
Only into going places that your shawty goes
Bamboos with the black bag of funnel is all she rolls
His shit fire but it's boating though
You know
Like shit ain't gone last long ya dig
We see through it
Yuh
Six one linky and nerdy a crowd dweller
Don't be spooked I put my chair by the door
It's that clever
Don't ask who doing it better
Put one and one together
You'll see your only option is second
Ummm
Tryna impress but this what I do nigga
Poker face on school pictures
Might smile but we ain't cool nigga
I really can't fade the cap from all of these new niggas
But black man ima fool wit ya
Cuz hating niggas ain't cool nigga
It was Starburys when they all had Js
They was joaning everyday
Built for the hate
Charged by the shade
I'm embracing my delays
Present with the pace
Thankful for the grace
Ima live with my mistakes
Ls I had to make
Had to up the weight
Man I prayed before I ate
Alhamdulillah I was hungry
Had to get the math right to put God degree in my tummy
Had to get the math right to have buffets with all my buddies
Had to get the math right to say mum it's calm for me
Cuz ya can't mix the money with the bullshit
Last night we smoked the same thraxxx why you ain't doing shit
Cuz this morning I'm up early jogging to Ludacris
Bout to grab a brew and shit
Hashtag getting to it bitch
Don't say the shit cuz the shit sound tight
You know the Soufside raised me right
Speak bars that'll change my life
That Soufside raise me right
Right
I would talk a lil bit more this int
You know what I'm saying
I thought the beat was gone come
Ok here we go
Yeah
Yeah
Whats your highest high when you have a mic in your hand
What's the thing when you on stage that makes you feel like
Yeah
When



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Writer(s): Zac Vaughn
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