I´m so high, my shoes so fly
Thuggin' till the day i die
Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right
Cuz you know it's a feeling you really can't describe
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks
Oh your friends are sick
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
You don't mean that, you faggot
These hoes really feeling it
Feeling lucky let me touch your spot
You really hated it when i smoked pot
Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors
It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/
Knowin that it was just somethin that i really never had.
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
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