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Yea, I gotta few tones I need a chain that say Carat to attract some new hoes I be fresh as fucc all the way down to my toes I got old haters cousin, I need some new foes Icy as a hockey rink but I need some new gold I need a backseat full of bitches wit' the roof gone They be like "boi you high as hell" Yea im too blown Cause when I put this crown on my head I need two thrones They always smell the weed when I pass by like its cologne All that back & forth we aint doin' fam' im too grown The fact I got away when DEA had gone thru my phone I was put away & felt my life was like a car loan At 13 I got arrested & dealt wit' my uncle Carlos In my childhood I would stare at the Monte Carlo Tasted fine pussy like Cabernet or the Merlot Real shit, live yo life 'cause we aint promised tomorrow, uh I Play To Win I love to sin & usually fucc my friends Plus I turn my L's into these W's & call it Wins Anytime I pulled up at a Penthouse it was at the Wynn We had a threesome off the Gin Sex better than the gym I barley think about wat happens once it all begins Ridin' in my bitches whip Grateful for the life im in Hopin' I dont fucc it up Joggin' 'til I run it up Dusse in my double cup Ballin' like my Omni Pumps Yea, you know I had to figure more out How to take the sore out All the chances poured out All this way wit' no route Guilt & pain wit' no doubt Heartaches to roar out I drift away & burnout & when I get it off the muscle I dont have to show off Im still waiting on my day, that Tory Lanez shit wore off Yea they booked me in Connecticut, everything was paid off I opened up for Dave East but I dont feel like im on Like my dream was watered down & all the bread I blew gone Im finna write it off in taxes in the end if its wrong I be sulkin' in my sorrow without writin' a song Everything I had a passion for make me wanna yawn All this money I be spendin' on my weed is beyond She ask me if im cheatin' when I barely respond Hoes hug me like a Diamond when its clapped to the prongs I be forgettin' all my problems when im high 'cause im calm Ima spitter, yo lips chapped, buy you some balm Need my S.E.O to rank so search me like .Com I be checkin' my statistics & im playin' in Guam I couldn't lie to you, I had to move back in wit' my moms I pull up buzzin' in my Jeep, hotboxin' on some G' shit I aint wanna sell this raw homie but its street shit I bought quarter, made a rack & soaked the game I peeped it I turned a basehead into profit on some fiend shit Yea, standing on my ground Yall be passin' hoes & wonder how they get around Back when Lil' Mexico was active lettin' rounds All I did was tag & kept on coloring my sound Im no longer civilized, im runnin' outta chances Everything I criticized molded into passion They thew me in my cell & accused me of kidnappin' I had to paint it for you like gloss, matte & satin