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When I first get the guap I get Real happy asf you know but I Learned with time That money don't make us happy We can have all the money in The fucken world But still feel pain So I came with the conclusion That happiness comes from Within Blunt in my hand making that Bread Blunt in my hand so I'm feeling Quite dead Getting the bread yes I'm getting The bread I get the bread then I end up Dead Getting the bread feeling really Dead Feeling like a zombie every Single day Blunt in my hand making that Bread Blunt in my hand so I'm feeling Quite dead Getting the bread yes I'm getting The bread I get the bread then I end up Dead Getting the bread feeling really Dead Feeling like a zombie every Single day Although I'm balling And got bitches calling I can't help but feel like this ain't Even all yet I silenced there noise and left Mine on this this project This just the beginning I fire start dodging Don't care who's watching Blunt in my hand making that Bread Blunt in my hand so I'm feeling Quite dead Getting the bread yes I'm getting The bread I get the bread then I end up Dead Getting the bread feeling really Dead Feeling like a zombie every Single day Blunt in my hand making that Bread Blunt in my hand so I'm feeling Quite dead Getting the bread yes I'm getting The bread I get the bread then I end up Dead Getting the bread feeling really Dead Feeling like a zombie every Single day
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