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I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location Three dirty young bulls on that same block Shared the same fiends and the same Glock Gotta watch out for the neighbors They gon' tell cops Gotta watch out for the haters They slide through and pop So much money that you gotta watch your man 'Cause everybody your fan They all waved the hand I used to sell weed Baggin' up hand to hand I graduated, dawg, then I start sellin' grams and I watched my uncle shoot it in his arm I watched'em go up there and steal that charm And sell it for a dub Never show no love We was on the corner, baby Never gave us hugs Shit Look at my wrist, it's glitter Hatin' on a young nigga Twenty for the figure Thirty for the feature Nah, I don't need ya I let you niggas shoot, I should've left'em on the bleachers Half you niggas pom poms Out here at cheerleaders And most these bitches fuckin' for money They good divas After I hit your shorty, I don't need ya They got five minutes, like Uber, I'll leave ya I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location Everything in reach as far I could see Settin' up shop like monopoly Bad bitches ridin' right on top of me I don't need a co-sign- I sign for me Stackin paper high- that's a probably Maserati wheels- that's a prophecy Me and Vegas winnin' economically Seein' green daily- that's a lot of green Gotta cash out- that's what MAG 'bout Everything I seen- I just rap 'bout I don't back out- ain't it sad how Haters come and go- milk it mad cow But in fact I'll, show you that growl Year of the dog DMX style I don't act out, 'less it's called for Hit the gulf more, like I called "four!" It's uncalled for, way I call whores "whore" I don't give a f*ck no more Got bigger dreams Hate bein' stuck no more Move on the low though, 'cause plug is on Grab a bag MAG- gotta reinvest Drop a location like GPS One eye open like CBS Never gettin' rest Never see me stress Haters talk and I don't ever really listen Diamonds dancin'- watchin' how this shit can glisten Never losin' focus- always get the mission Always handle mine when I handle business (Home Grown) Way I handle business Trynin' get a check- tryin' get these riches Grindin' daily even when I'm in recession Yeah, I might be broke now but, pay attention I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location I'm too high like I'm in the matrix I'm too real for them niggas that faked it Do me a favor Be patient I'm on my way Just drop your location
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