Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts
Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house
Am sick of being stuck for grass
Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash
We tigers with the same mind state
I'm dreaming to be great
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
West side, zone 1, who want the anna?
We move to every state
Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then
You mental state deteriorates n,
With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth
Many times i damage when i rhyme in spanish,
Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though
Robbing along the block like wells fargo/
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