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Larry June
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The higher I get, the more I be f**kin’ up. So, good thing we out of weed. Only ‘til I get to the house though. I got more weed at the house Champion sweats, Balenciaga’s These days, only movin’ for a dollar I’m always unbothered when I’m out in the streets Smellin’ like gas right in front the police Don’t be f**kin’ with my peace, when you see how I’m chillin’ Gon’ take a hit of this, you gon’ see how I’m feelin’ Got the sauce like Walk-, never slip when I’m spillin’ Tryna go from Underground to the top of the ceilin’ I can never judge you for the point of your view Everything been done before, pimp, ain’t none of this new See, I’m lost in the game, better get you a clue My words’ true, only faces I won’t see is blue I pass it off to my right hand, a real n***a, not no hype man Money Mitch style, gold chains on my nightstand Six rings, might put ‘em on my mic hand Once you outta wind, bet your kite land Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay I’ve been my own boss, always move at my own pace Cool young playa, I remind ‘em of old Ma$e Paper over pu**y, that’s just somethin’ I don’t chase Love, I ain’t no rookie, I just got me a young face I been out the loop but not out of touch Cookin’ up some plans that I can’t discuss Still up in the race, if you ran with us Yall movin’ kind of slow, you ain’t ran enough I’m thinkin’ 2020, got my vision on next year Gotta stay ahead, put my sh*t into next gear Circus full of clowns, you ain’t got no respect here n***as can’t rap, they all startin’ to dress weird I see the world clear through these gold frames Ain’t no lanes, if it is, I’ma still swang My sh*t bang, we done had the high score for a minute You ain’t got enough coins or the skills to ever switch it, lil’ n***a Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay Whether sunny or gray, we gon’ ball and parlay We gon’ ball and parlay My bike five-thousand, parked it next to the Beamer Baby hella bad, I think her name was Moesha Only here for two days, said she really from Cleveland Met her at Barnes & Noble, drinkin’ coffee and readin’ She probably never met a n***a like me in her life Kimchee fried rice on my way to the fight It’s just a white tee, but the jacket is nice Purple North Face complimentin’ the ice We can parlay, Tito’s on ice Your boyfriend a b*t*h, so your pimpin’ is hype Purified water, I just added the ice Eighty percent fag, gotta roll that dice I can’t say baby wrong, she don’t know no better Flipped the old-school with Italian leather Put my face on the orange juice and made a killin’ Had to do the steak and shrimp for my Texas n***as What’s hannin’? Good job, Le$ Good job, Roger
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