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For real man, we need that whip
That's the car I need
m*********** hit a plane and the plane blew up
Ugh, yup
Standing in the mirror
My visions of that money getting clearer
Scratch that, it's getting nearer
Some of this actually happened
I was weed nappin'
Wasn't s***
Now they pay us for the raps we kick
My hotel smell like confidence
They haters but that weed smoke bring on compliments
So roll this paper
Tell the waitress - get my drink from off the coaster
Bring the b**** that love to smoke and get the weight from off my shoulders

Yea, I be flying everywhere n****
Sometimes I don't even know where the f*** I'm at
I be waking up - random m************ be knocking on my door and s***
Like who the f*** is that?
Nosey a** cleaning lady
You wanna hit this weed?

Staged from your make-up
Roll me up a joint soon as I wake up
Young n****, but got my cake up
Now I'm hoppin' off of the plane
Smelling like the sweetest scent, weed is lit
Look at my b****, weed is s***
Probably high - what they say when they see us
But they never say that we broke
Kush in every J that we smoke
Putting rings on ever finger
Never put 'em up, just let the smoke linger
Champagne for the girls, straight shots for my n*****
Started small but now the money getting bigger
It all get better with time
Rather go hard instead of unwind
And play your part and I'mma play mine
Feel me?
m************ always speakin' out of turn
They don't know nothin' about this s***
That's why I'm me and you're you
Matter of fact, f*** that
This Taylor Gang
TGOD n****
Ain't s*** changed gang
What up Ricky P
Richard
Don't smoke that pound without me Richard
Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom
Jim Brown smash baby
Oh s***! We get to see the t***?
Here we go!
Get her Jim! Get her Jim!
Oh s***!
I'm fresh off the plane
I don't get no sleep, God d***
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