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Gone, jumping off of the deep end, your man looking weak and I’m just waiting on the weekend, yeah, get a couple shots in ya, when good friends confide they fit a lot in ya, think about it, yeah, now they got you saying shit, ‘bout how you still upset cause he was blaming shit on the grind, all that homie did was sell but it didn’t ring a bell like a bag of fucking flaming shit. Punch lines straight to the temple, no mazel tov, on my Indiana jones, see how much these gators cost? Go to college, got a car, get my shine on, I’m a star, wonder why you mad n’ angry like the raiders lost? But girl I got some Lincolns, I’m an honest man; you should come over and kick it, Landon Donovan. N’ I ain’t tryna score but I’m planning on winning, I swear that this just the beginning yeah, yeah… I Jim carry my team like the actor, if I touch her I’m a contact her, tell her come first, I’m a get there after, and you know that shawtay put it down, contractor, glass like a tractor, farm, of a California pharmacy. I’m really sorry if you think you’re spitting harm to me, cause when I’m doing what I do I’m separating me and you, I’m hanging up all my accomplishments for all to see, sick lines everybody knows get they stuffy on, beautiful bud through the grinder get its fluffy on, no big deal I’m shutting down the malls, if they don’t got no more smalls I’ll go outside and get my puffy on, guess I’m fitting in a medium, in the afterlife, microphone the medium, I miss you ma, I’m doing good, love your white boy from the hood yeah, yeah …
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