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Lost track of days on the grind The sun done went down, came back again I'm riding in my Chevy getting high A hundred thousand miles away from all that sucker shit They hated on my plans, they were too scared to try Niggas ain't want see me with it, I know this hurting their eyes I wear my yacht master when I'm on a boat The presidential for meetings and dealings with these business folks I got a 41 millimeter, I swear it's ice cold Evening wear, arm pieces [?] attracting hoes But I'm not after those I'm more classical Shе got her masters and doctorate, got hеr own cash and all She a fashion killa, she don't wear much fashion nova I might invite her over make sure I got bottles cold After a session I get dressed and wrap my neck in gold I left her at my home, make sure I locked a couple doors In my absence she might play dress up and try to put on my clothes Taking pictures in her release pieces in her camera roll That big jacket was a sample, that's controversial I know I'm fly like private, fly like commercial Weed and good music is universal Lost track of days on the grind The sun done went down, came back again Letras de cancionesI'm riding in my Chevy getting high A hundred thousand miles away from all that sucker shit They hated on my plans, they were too scared to try Niggas ain't want see me with it, I know this hurting their eyes Throw the money up in it Throw the weed and liquor Keep your head on a swivel My nigga keep living Make sure you did the time And remain a real one Forever telling, I'm so effortless with it [?] Got the message delivered Walk the steps with my niggas From Letras Mania