Still hurts though lettin go with the bass
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
You find yourself thinking more about the children
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
Bass drop, low end is a gut punch
My mama smoked so god damn much
// [you're a... rock star]
Ay yo you wonder who i are
Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level
I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
When common dropped resurrection hip hop exploded
You ever choke? she laugh and say barely
And now me, you can call me mr. friendly
Passin' the rock, i'm walt frazier
And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for
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