Left4dead

Yeah
Aye

You still smoke Runtz

You still smoke Runtz
I been on Hindu Kush for the past month
I don't fuck with punks
I'm at the mountain top sitting like monks
Looking down at you while I spark up my junt

Never catch me in the

Never catch me in the club, I be counting dubs
Chilling at my house, slumped on the couch
If I catch a bum, it's a hit and run
Buying by the pound, we be rolling loud
What you talking bout

Yeah

What you really about
You don't see the vision
You just want the clout
You ain't really down
Coupes roaring down the freeway
Would've thought we was on a mission
Aye, I don't want fame
I want the riches
You can get racks to bitch just listen
You can get racks to homie just listen

Came from the ground, through pressure I'm ready to shine
We put in work, we ain't wasting no time
Not talking money, I pay it no mind
I hit the stu' and I preach to the mic
I won't lose sleep about a bitch
I'm in the BRZ dodging the potholes
If I'm at Fate I'm sipping chili gatos
Sitting back, cooling, chilling with my vatos
They asking me where I got my zapatos
I don't know I was high when I got those
Japanese hoe saying arigato

Yeah
Sacramento native, they claim we related
All of this money and I still ain't jaded
Bought my car cash, I ain't paying no payments
RS11 smoke, that be my fragrance, yeah
RS11 smoke, that be my fragrance
I buy shit cash I don't like to lease
Girl to my left rolling up my weed
She looking pretty sitting on my seats
All of my beats now come with a fee
Once you make motion you'll know what I mean
Causing commotion like waves in the sea
If I see weed, I'm gone spark
All of my cars are not stock



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Writer(s): Mark Reyes
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