On that red-eyed kush flight
If you can't handle the fight,
But it's still cool just to dream man because
You need to handle ya business
No ho, acquainted with the floor
Banging on the back door,
// [when you walked through the door]
Army stance, ready for war
Fucking hell, where's the door?
Lay ya ass down on god's green floor
Off jump boo, cudi give you funk
Can't handle the realness it's recurrent,
Immaculate is how i handle it,
No less profit, themed when we drop shit
Look, viewin life from the 36th floor
You showed me to the door
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