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Eastside on mine, just like every time Cardo Got Wings I skipped on that Bent- truck, the Cullinan was sicker I picked up a monogram duffel from my sprinter I sent the smoke signal of the marijuana scent up She cool with my other b*t*h, they call each other, “Sister” I got a wicker chair, like that Huey Newton picture Sittin’ in it, smokin’ killa in midst of a twister Paranoia surroundin’ the vaccination center Come out feelin’ worse than the day you first entered I just play the underground, but I’m no Master Splinter Donatello, Raphael, none of them other ninjas I’m just in the crib tucked away, countin’ big bucks Dirty money, hand sanitizer on my fingers 3M mask on, top down, 3 A.M Goin’ fast, stand up in the motor, bust a f**kin’ dance Second grade, yeah, when I wore them Jordan’s to class My teacher sent a note home, too much attention I attract Students wasn’t doin’ they math Too busy lookin’ at them shoes they couldn’t have My mama bought me that And I ain’t know that was breakin’ her back She was cold, I didn’t know that we was poor ‘til I was old I grew up, I got on, I made myself a Don Got everything I want, got hella jewelry on I’m just waterin’ my lawn A big boss garden, and dawg, ain’t nothin’ wrong Carrera Porsche outside the fort I put my all into it, so I stunt hard I can’t afford to not record for y’all It would feel as if they cut the life-support off on your dawg
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