Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
Prolly smell a spliff if you ever come near me
Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
Only my shepard was no where near my groves,
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Your chance to endure is near hopeless
Or even near to my family
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Surrounded by shadows, who's near?
Which made me have to wait like leap year
Oh, don't worry about chronic, he's near,
Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear
Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice
Confused to ever near disguise
Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
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