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Bitch Im dancing with a paper cup Feeling like Im earning all my bad luck Alway running with the gangsters Always chilling with the rastas F*ck this shit is in a major par Mix them bitches up like coleslaw Shawty see me like an outlaw Me and your boy we took it outdoors Man I move drastic even if they don't stand it Smoke the fumes & do magic Stay true, yeah I never panic On all those hungry MF's hope they brought a sandwich Don't zone too close to the damage I don't plan this shit its automatic Stranger wouldn't understand it Brain is far from this planet Cause Im lifted Im lifted, Im lifted I lift it Cause Im lifted Im lifted, Im lifted Im lifted All that counting got a paper cut & all that doubting never really stuck Always running with gangsters Always chilling with the rastas Bad scars & a nasty car Vroom vroom like a superstar & if ya'll see me as the outlaw Well then you really should get out more But.. Don't zone too close to the damage I don't plan this shit its automatic Stranger wouldn't understand it Brain is far from this planet Don't zone too close to the damage I don't plan this shit its automatic Stranger wouldn't understand it Lift the bar by all standards