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I'm trying to get that dough before I go out I just roll that kush up then I roll out I just crack the seal watch em po' out Bitches swappin pills watch 'em make out Did it for my city watch 'em take off Youngsters out the 7 got that weight off Riding slow like I got a blow out Trying to get that dough before I go out I wake up and thank that I gotta get it You wake up and thank something probably different I put my all in to every mission You feel like you could but you probably isn't You live it as crooked as politicians I see it all through this tunnel vision Pray for 'em all I gotta kill 'em Don't get involved be not a witness We deal and we ball you not a victim Sew up your jaw just stop ya bitchin We don't want hear it we bottle sippin Rollin that dro up wit models strippin Rolling on X and she probably trippin She brought a friend and they probably kissin And worried bout nothin you look fa ya broad You call 'em you call 'em they probably missin They at my house and we politicin Bout niggas in prison we probably miss 'em They put our life in the hands of a judge We lose to much of it to penal systems Playing the game like an exhibition Feel like you really shouldn't mess with this one Better go out and go get it before you be stressin On how you not blessed in this one Live life once you will not get another Do what ya gotta do not be a sucka God'll be good if you got you a hustle Just put in that work you are not finna struggle Put the key in the lock every piece in the puzzle Say what I wanna I will not need a muzzle Since you don't wanna teach 'em we'll speak to our brotha For I am his keeper we need one another and and I'm trying to get that dough before I go out I just roll that kush up then I roll out I just crack the seal watch em po' out Bitches swappin pills watch 'em make out Did it for my city watch 'em take off Youngsters out the 7 got that weight off Riding slow like I got a blow out Trying to get that dough before I go out Exit 7 land of the milk and honey Bitch we get it in 227 the zip code West Military I swerve and bend Land of gorillas Stealas dealas and killas They inspired me Off Ellison at D.P Making drops I was chasing dreams Nappy headed not a cent to my name I was stuck in this game Fortune and fame Bright lights my momma saying slow down Shay Original block boy no time for decoys They all fake Don't come round with that bullshit Find you H-Block hanging from a lake Everything for the low nawfwest of the Tone Niggas got work put it in the ac Riding so slow eyes low wit the strap Don't act don't slip on the jack Young niggas gettin it by the rack Young niggas whippin that sack Don't know how to act Young niggas poin up act Young niggas leave ya line flat Put they hood on the map Countdown it goes low down Tinted windows on a hoodoo Bitches go live open up thighs No pillow talk that's what hoes do Rollin by the eighth To relieve my mind like i am supposed to Trying to get it for I go foot through the doe My time is now i'm too close dude I'm trying to get that dough before I go out I just roll that kush up then I roll out I just crack the seal watch em po' out Bitches swappin pills watch 'em make out Did it for my city watch 'em take off Youngsters out the 7 got that weight off Riding slow like I got a blow out Trying to get that dough before I go out
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