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I Suppose
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Nappy Roots
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Gettin' money wasn't peaceful Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry) Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose New gods sporting on my shit so righteous Cocaina flow I get you off through the sinus I ain't got no beef I leave that shit all behind us I suppose, I suppose I'm In a Honda Accord One of the boys Thinking life can be enjoyed By the same things that annoy you Now we mix more cannabinoids in our florals Women be like dam Fishscales' you just so cordial I grew up in the sticks with the outhouses Big pastures out back Somehow we still found crack Never did know I was Po until they told me Then I start looking round like got dam this country owes me Bad liver, from years of corn liquor You want to stop but it don't fit ya The only reason half of any of us hang, is cause we all struggle Don't get caught on the trestle That shit'll crush you And get ya money Cause they dying to come arrest you Gettin' money wasn't peaceful Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry) Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose Yesterday was pay day, and I just got the rent paid Livin' my life in the best way, fuck what y'all niccas think I'm thankful, nah better yet I'm grateful, that I can afford the shit I pay for You niccas ain't on my radar I'm grinding for what I pray for Family is what I'll slay for Come test me now, I'm comin' up from the basement door, so brace for more Niccas is out here, with hate galore I'm just tryin to get the paper, score Another lick, you think we think we slick Then wait until the neighbors snore 3 in the morning, grinding, money on my minding My own business driving from Florida up to Wisconsin Grown man shit, pistol in his hand like Charles Bronson Shout out to action, and all the shows that he got poppin' Until the wheels falls, failure is not an option Gettin' money wasn't peaceful Paper trails and clientele and good refer I was cheifin' Momma… (I'm sorry) Change around my life, I feel like all I do propel call me dynamite Winter snow cold, I pull up in the Pelle no my shit don't get old Rings on CD's in the sun hot I'm shinning, like lightning Never pairing good smoke from my foes, I suppose I suppose Front porch, cold beer, future looking so clear Oh dear, set the tone and elevate, folk-lift Moving different now a day, maxing out a power play Only time I'm boxed in is gripping wood in Chevrolet Off white, Chevy Chase, bend a comer foggy morning (Ugh)... platinum cookie salad that's a sweet aroma Country girl in sexy panties stirring macaroni Living life in ways to multiply special moments Rising above it... smoking in public Tequila in buckets... money the subject Thankful and grateful, behavior on some country boy Praying everyday I see is filled with joy... ugh I suppose
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