Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram
And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man
She prefer the dutty wine
Deep questions, cloud my head all the time
All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.
You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero
This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
But i'm not worried
All the time is never
The only time i flirt with her
Your rhymes while the illuminati is in your mind all the time
You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine
If i had on 'bama line
I think about her all the time
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