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We blowin ganja, smoke nirvana like it's punk rock And never beg your pardon, James Harden with these jump shots Jump off the tour, invest the money in drug spots The hands clean, scheming, I'm dreaming 'bout what my son's got Give a mother-fuck if a motherfucker will fuck off Buds rocked, ashes to ashes, we tryna dust off I love my girl but I'm feeling there might be love lost 'Cause I get a plane every day and I make the young dosh Sticks and stones, drop at ST for B She got them bricks and bones, Jacks got me tapped, you'll see me switching phones We only fuck the mean girls that on that Lindsey Lo' Better know, give up the druggin' or else your bitch could go Flying so much, my body clock has lost the plot 4am I board the plane, 3am I'm hopping off Wifey sick and tired, "Blakey, when's it gonna stop?" 'Cause I must provide, little Lion knows we gotta pop Three in the morning with reefer and demons calling We import it, keep it smart while I'm rolling like Stephen Hawking Sick of touring, fuck fame, tell 'em that this fame is heavy Blade Runners, blowing eighteen hunnids like I'm Dave and Headie Making $40K, turned it to 148 Throw it on the mortgage, grab Tequila and we pour it straight Used to be a junkie doing nothing while I snort the plate Rather keep it hunnid for my son and wife and all my mates Mate, I'm smoking fine on some Kobe Bry' Homie's only thirty but I'm working 'til I'm forty-five (Forty-five) Letras de cancionesFirst thing, I'll do my verse and then we talk the price Fuck it, it's Johnny Cash, my bro we walk the line (Walk the line) Me and Woody say what's goodie, turn the volume up Dick her so deep that I'm holding her where her molar touch My son give me energy like the solar plug I'm up and down, fighting through chemistries of bipolar love My baby keep the paper in the stroller tucked Rappers ain't a joint but we smoke 'em if they can roll with us It's to the point that I flip it like Motorola's does Devil's on my body, I'm worried he's got a hold of us Fuck, I still weight it on my mini scales Rolling up a doobie while Lupi was counting ticket sales Wanna ride with us? Sorry bro, ship has sailed Better learn to live and learn, than you say you lived and failed (Real Talk) Fam over gram in the city suite Rap life's made it to the symphony but we bittersweet So when I kill the beat, is the beat killing me? Will I find my inner grind, while I lose my inner peace? Peace From Letras Mania