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Trying to stay in my zone
Watching enemies close
They be doing the most
So I go through the motions
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Good head is my motivation
Gas her up like a service station
Purple drank on you perpetratin'
While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'
Ah, let me think about it
Ah, it's like a bank around me
When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me
And I don't like n***as saying "cain't" around me
I define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guards
Ain't nothing slick to a can of oil
Roll up, I'm high as f**k
Some of you n***as ain't try enough
Some of you n***as ain't buy enough
You smoking good, put your lighters up

A n***a like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation Bad b*t*hes calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation Keep throwing money on
Her ass, she keep that joint in rotation First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation
And I'm hella faded - getting elevated
She give me them good brains - I'm getting well educated
Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in
If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken
Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends
We done tried a few things now you tryna move in
You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans
I'm a roll a few grams
And follow through with the plan
Hold up
Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots Bend her down to the front - she taking shots

One more to get my lungs warm
Two more to get me numb to it
Let me tell you n***as
Feel this, he'll realize
I gotta deodorize all the unsure
Made millions with Shawn Corey
Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them
Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi
And peach Ciroc, can't see a n***a writing like an old sharpie
Like a n***a out the globe, with a n***a throwed
Like a cornerback in the flat, n***a in the zone
Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree
How you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef
Well I need beats
Been doing this, been proving it
Now these n***as give it up like they do at Lent
I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest
Haters trying to f**k with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess

Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone
I ain't ready to go
And I thought I was on
'Til I seen Puffy Combs

Five blunts, n***a fired up
n***a might slide off with y'all joint
I got some later joints, and now joints
I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks
You a wannabe clone, you never authentic
You never boss up, we never see y'all out
You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra
You just wanna be hard 'til you see all us
Ho

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