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We don't need no assistance to get lit We not need not excuses to hit a lick We gone still eat whether we hit or miss It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent Where the hell are we at? Where the hell are we at? Somewhere right in between getting the cream And telling people I'm the hottest nigga on the scene And showing people why they need to join the winning team And giving them something that they can believe in Call the crew, call the weed man, call the girl up let them know got the house for the weekend Couple drinks, couple vape hits, couple jay rips Good music, now we geeking Hit my level now we peaking Cup full and it's smoke when I breathe in Every time I choke when I breathe in How I'm supposed to rap when I'm wheezing? Right before we check out, we cleaning If I put my neck out, we scheming I'm talking bout a check out at Neimans If I got it at the checkout, I need it Had to get the credit card for the rebate Had to hit the factory for the cheesecake Every one of these hundreds got a blue face When they see you blowin' money, they two face When they see you blowin' money, they two face I can do it on my own, don't need your help I was getting blown, all by myself I'm trying to get some shit up off my chest Cause you don't want me stressed We don't need no assistance to get lit We not need not excuses to hit a lick We gone still eat whether we hit or miss It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent Where the hell are we at? Where the hell are we at? We don't need no assistance to get lit We not need not excuses to hit a lick We gone still eat whether we hit or miss It's way bigger than finding ways to pay the rent Where the hell are we at? Where the hell are we at?