Real Shit

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i took a couple days brake, came back in it and all i seen was cake
i swear all i ever wanted to see is that billion dollar estate,
then i got some money in my pocket and i didn't hesitate
started pushin so much weed i started forgetting the weight
ended up with more pharmaceuticals in my pocket than Kuwait
and that chopper in tha trunk, so you had better appreciate
we some dirty south soul brotha's ready to accommodate
ask my brothers if they hungry to shoot somthin, nah we already ate
test me and we'll show up, mask on, real late, and let your talkin chose your fate
dont care for the fame rather be underground, these hiddles cant relate
trap house like McDonalds mane, we stay open real late
gotta 24/7 hour drive thru, so come over we'll set you strait
weed lookin so good you'll have to rate,smell so good you'll probably levitate
hit it once man and you gotta wait, im so damn stoned i dont know the date
we keep it real on the daily man, if you had a rough past then clean your slate
iv always had a plan,but seems to crash so early man, so we continue medicate
and we still put up with these pussy boys, who continue to hate
but if they push me, they facing that barrel, and talkin check mate
 
 

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YoungWade
Member since November 26 2014

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