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Staring at an empty bottle and an ash tray full of roaches
Ski lighting up another and the fog is when I'm focused
I told you that I got it and I know the game like coaches
Even if you just now hearing, know I'm back like Scoliosis
Monty Carlo in this b*t*h, my n***a what's up
They say I ain't the sh*t
Well these haters ain't got me f**ked up
Mile high club
Cool but I'm wild high
Like a eagle I'm wild fly
Soft spoken, keep to myself, when it's time to smoke I'm that loud guy
Bro hold up, let me roll up
n***a pass that yack let me pour up
Yeah I'm on my way n***a showing up
Talk in spades [curve break] get to throwing up
Yeah I'm up with these n***as like soldiers
Hit the beat and I ride like boaters
These rappers couldn't be over me if they were sitting on my shoulders
Okay bruh, you done got me started
Lost my mind my flow retarded
Take no chance, if your broads be on it
You got ID and my record
Now I never claimed to be the hardest
Never been sweet I do me regardless
All that sh*t, tell them boys keep talking
You won't want beef
We was in the meat market
Let me blow, n***a watch me ride
Got my buzz, you can check my hive
Do it right here, we ain't going outside
7-6-5 arms say West Side
Uh
M's how n***as tell me what to do
f**k what you did, what the f**k is new
Yeah that's what I thought and I'm coming through
Want more things, just bring the lube

(x2)
I'm staring into an empty bottle and nothing but roaches in the ash tray
Drinking and smoking like we're living in the last days
I'm taking a shot of my partners, splitting a swisher
Money is on my mind I hope you're getting the picture

Smoking on the bag of purp and for that cash we working
Lil Wayne get them body bags these tracks I'm murking
And you know where your girl been if her ass is derping
These n***as never keep it real like plastic surgeons
I get a lot of love because I show it back
Try and put it down for this little blip up on the map
I ain't even gotta throw it first, but she gon throw it back
Yeah I'm headed to the top
You headed down the cul-de-sac
Dead end
Headband, got me high as Redman
Naw n***a scratch that
I get high as dead men
So level playing the 70s with bread man
Drinking with my feet up and I don't do keg stands
All about my B.I., get it till we B.I
Keep it one-thousand gram hustle no T.I
See I, been getting older but it ain't a thing
Still wake up with that change on my brain
Uh

Over here sipping on a fifth of Jack
Eyes low, got my head tipping back
Even though I come from the bottom of the barrel, got my mind on my money like Aristocrats
No tit for tat
I'm too lit for that
I can handle business like I [did the MAC?]
You don't want beef, try to talk it out first
Roll a blunt, here's a eighth, that's a fifth of sack
Now don't forget the facts, I say the truth
Lyrically sharper than a sabertooth
Cause I gotta stay hungry like Sloth when he's chained up trynna get a Baby Ruth
So I got hard every time I grace the booth
Over here sipping on 80 proof
This smoke in the air got everybody higher than Olympus like they pray to Zeus
Me, you should never underestimate
I got no time for stress and hate
More hoes on me than section 8
And I pass em around like collection plates
On these other rapper I defecate
Cause they ain't about sh*t
They soft as Charmin
All they can do is hog the jargon
But the fact of the matter is they're not alarming
So you better get down with the team
Making money every day
And we never get tired
C-Mob, Monty Carlo we put it down every day for the 7-6-5
So tip your liquor
Just sit back relax and split your swisher
And by the time we're done I hope that you will get the picture

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