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Smoke a lot of weed, cos I like to stay blazed Niggas bitching ABout these Otha hoes They mad they gettin played You see me Ima g There is nothing left to say Triple 6 F*ck around and Find yo body in a grave Times are hard Now it's time to get Straight to the riches People gonna hate But that's a product of the pimpin I'm sippin As I sit back, and Observe the contest Broke niggas ain't feeling me They take my lines Out of context Splashing they wifes And I ain't even Peaked my climax Buy a dime sack Get a dime back F*ck her Never call back G mode I like to keep it copacetic Yo girl eyein the team Oh no she won't regret it I'm photo-genic You broke we get Yo tongue is slippin The blood is drippin He hoped we missed em They won't won't be missin The hollows tipped em Now god Is missing God damn it's like I'm serving the scripture Do yo get the picture Is it coming in vividly They envy me It's like I can do anything Peep the mastermind Of the kash If holy makes you first I guess I'm gonna finish last