What up, Frank? Tha Lucky Dog. It’s Doe-Doe, baby (Lucky Dog)…
What up, Frank? Zoned out, shmoked out… Ballin’…
I’m like, what it do, Frank? Let’s get lit
I prolly shmoke a 3.5, be on tha edible tip
Where da drank at (huh)? Uh, where da tabs at (huh)?
Shit, you got a bag (whoo)? Well, let’s have that
It’s so trippy, from PA to LA
It’s been a long time comin’, but it’s guaranteed we stay
It’s only a few that I know that’s 1,000
One call, that’s all, and my dawg solvin’ problems
This ain’t no overnight, microwave sh#t
This that mud, sweat & tears, with some bloody-knuckle fists
No need to get pissed, only good vibes here
On tha real, keep it trill, n#gg#, fly like a leer
In tha sky like Aaliyah, zoned out, just coastin’
This potion so potent; me and tha Lucky Dog floatin’
Mane, it’s amazin’; this hard work dedication
Tha trials & tribulations wе facin’, but now, we here
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