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It's a cold game You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' You know the feelin' when it don't show up? And your phones blow up, bank accounts froze up When you feel like you're hot and you clean out your spot I don't think we should talk, but I need to re-cop I wonder, what did they hear? Are they comin' for me? Did they get a fingerprint? 'Cause I wiped that bitch clean My mind spinnin', ashtray full in my Maybach Did the homiе lie? If he did, I want payback Plottin' on ways to bounce back and bе lowkey Tryna push these greenhouse chems and some OG 2010, the Feds tried me three times At the airport pullin' me out of the line Countin' my cash and runnin' through my bags Ask me questions, I knew it's all bad You know that feelin' when you wake up trippin'? Letras de cancionesI wonder if they caught me slippin' You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' I wonder, who do I blame? Don't put smut on my name 'Cause this number will change, that's just part of the game You can't reach me at all, heard you can't find a line I wonder how you are, I ask all the time See, the thing about losin' a box, you never know If the Feds intercept it or the package was stole It'll fuck with your soul and close circles for sure Gettin' head and some weed is my cure Should I drive 'em or have 'em fly 'em? Where the carry-on luggage? It's worth tryin' Fuck the mailman and all of them dogs, I want my work back I miss 2012, bring the Perc' back I'm fillin' up the U-Haul truck 'Cause the 18-wheeler been in Utah, stuck I'm sick of the road and the air been burnt When you lose work, that shit hurt You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' You know that feelin' when you lose a box? And it's feelin' like time stopped And you sittin' there plottin' with no other options You know I'm re-coppin' You know the feelin', the gut feelin' You know the feelin', the gut feelin' You know the feelin', the gut feelin' If it make it, then we touch millions You know the feelin', the gut feelin' You know the feelin', the gut feelin' You know the feelin', the gut feelin' If it make it, then we touch millions From Letras Mania