Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
I got a watch wit all gold,
I got that powder, i got that white
Them people see my good side
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Im always on the yard like farmers
All white boys live white collar and there scholars,
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Verses sweep my mental urges bleak
Admire your style and your physique
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
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