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[Verse 1: CoreyG]
Welcome to the east coast
Southern kid stay surrounded by that weed smoke
We toast to them better days
Dark skies may they stay away
Dank herb champagne & some lemonade
See a stage lil fame
I see the world & your girl on my dick so best be afraid
Rather be me than be fake
N be a lame
Trying ta say be you n stay out my way
Whole crew spit flame
Best find some shade
Don’t play on a verse
Find a game
Still grown but having fun like
Like a lil kid
6′ 2″ I ain’t tripping over lil shit
[Hook: CoreyG] (x2)
From the North ta the South
KushRoad to Maryland
Tell them suckas we ain’t scared of dem (x3)
[Verse 2: Seedy]
I’m the best kept secret, oops now you’ve heard of it
Lemme do it cause you can’t, something like a surrogate
My fault. was that line too tricky to follow
Sorry. I should’ve rhymed models with bottles
Stoop down to your level, you got it backwards
It’s straight, it’s still level, now my back hurts
From carrying on and on about stupid rappers
Buying Old Spice now they saying they got swagger
Come on, Drake if you Started from the Bottom
I must’ve read it wrong, did you mean Red Bottoms?
I got you on your heels, tell me how it feels
I’m not thinking it’ll heal, like what put you in those wheels
Cause Degrassi isn’t always greener on the otherside
Don’t you know that? go back to the throwbacks
The hoes back for the gonads she so bad
Roll back, with a whole bag, of purple
Where the show at, living in a Kodak
[Hook: CoreyG] (x2)
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