Either one, dun, long as my digits the same
Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name
Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane
Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
Holding sway over my body and mind
Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley
Holding on the tsunamis cruise army
Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one
I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
Hopped up holding an axe and saw
It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree
Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
While holding the gun backwards!
Let's enjoy our younger years
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