I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening
True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,
True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try
That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,
On some real shit, fuck getting high
You know i want a piece of that pie
Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Not about getting high, there is more to life
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live
Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
So let me tell you about this guy
I got that shit, that makes you high
True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,
And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing
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