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All I need is my family and dividends Stick with what I got, don't need no new friends Because the truth of the matter, now that I think about it People that I thought was solid turned out to be salad Tipsy while I'm servin, smokin' urban Sippin' Kuiper Belt, that's E-40's new bourbon I'm whiskied, I'm burnt, and I don't care Everybody on the soil know I ain't all the way there I like to hear myself talk, no shuttin' up Triple fitted, triple shots in my cup Ready to squabble and knuckle up Prepare for altercations when confrontations about to erupt Anybody can get it, ain't nothin' changed All it take is some little itty-bitty chump change It's triflin', it's scandalous, shit can get sour At 4 A.M. in the morning, the murder hours Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Do the crime, do the time like I never left Back me up in the corner, never confess I like to drink like the midget from Game of Thrones Gamma for push-ups when I slap bones Wrist doin' VVS's, them certified stones Never know who been listening when you're talking on them phones Gotta stay polished and crispy and buttoned-up Keep 1911 Camper Michael nine on the tuck Gotta watch your whereabouts, be on the hush They'll sneak you, they'll dirt you, shoot up your truck Laptop thieves, grab-and-go theft Cherk parties and vandalism It come with the package, it's not an option Sucka shit is in the air like a toxin I'm having chalupa, gettin' my gouda You don't want smoke, you not a hookah Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Go, run (run) Droop-E on the beat