These no longer average times
You see that freak? Yes, sir. That bad b#tch mine
I smoke that sweet. I’m geeked up half the time
I scope, I peep that weak stuff past the Lines. I’m—
Fine life living
Dime, wife, chilling, feeling. Don’t Give me strife. Give me life. Children
Smoke from heights until I’m right with them
Some n#gg#s do sh#t to spite women, I prefer Exciting them
Plenty checks, I might spend thеm
Never for the sеx, I’m piping them with light denims
Cuz my rhythms been indispensable since the pen and the pencil, hoe
Independent with the pendant. You Interscope, not in the scope
Universal, not universal. You so commercial
I practice what I preach, n#gg#, with no rehearsals
Know it hurts you. Know your worth tho
I roll this purple purposefully, pertinently, so
A couple colonels with me blowing kernels of dro
Til the sun up, Trynna come up while the coming is slow
You needed proof from Alabama. I’m the one to invoke
Ain’t no gun In my tote. Just my lungs and my throat
A Bic to burn up all the blunts that I smoke, n#gg#
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