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Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine ain't John Deere Dash doer I'm doing it well pull up in a green machine ain't John Deere but I'm moving a bail Touchdown NFL 12 won't catch me in the field be Emmitt Smith before I be Emmett Till Married to the money when I unveiled the veil Blues appeared and they was long as Javale Long as you real then stick along for the thrill Ain't supposed to be here so I can't tell you how it feel Met the nigga from Vlone he be alone 4rl I ain't never alone I be dressed to kill See that chrome will send him home Just in case it get Rocky no Sylvester Stallone Invested in real so the rest can't lead me wrong Won't trade my hand it's all bout how the cards played Manned up ain't have no one help me deal with all this heartache Moved to Cali damn near laid my head where all the stars stay I'm just tryna eat I'm filling tables up with Entree's Came a long ass way from them apartments I was sliding down Slauson Convertibled the coupe and designered all of my garments Shit won't easy stuck in these streets and ain't have no guidance All in on every mission Won't sleep until I get some Vacants basements never feeling complacent Problem child my teacher told me that I'll be a wasteman Feeling that handyman that stick stay in my waistband Niggas stealing juice I feel like Jordan off of Space Jam My drip just like the irrigation broke They was buying the highs I was buying all the lows Tryna feed the streets that package landing at that door But it got the wrong name the feds snatch it I don't know I don't know Na Feel like zoltar that lil box got all the answers Being be broke be worse than cancer I won't lower none of my standards Still got poles without the dancers All in or nothing for my family We was from the rough end But I'll never pull a Ruffin on my family Won't trade my hand it's all bout how the cards played Manned up ain't have no one help me deal with all this heartache Moved to Cali damn near laid my head where all the stars stay I'm just tryna eat I'm filling tables up with Entree's Came a long ass way from them apartments I was sliding down Slauson Convertibled the coupe and designered all of my garments Shit won't easy stuck in these streets and ain't have no guidance All in on every mission Won't sleep until I get some
Writer(s): Jahmal Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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