| Eastside on mine, just like every time
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| Cardo Got Wings
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| I skipped on that Bent- truck, the Cullinan was sicker
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| I picked up a monogram duffel from my sprinter
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| I sent the smoke signal of the marijuana scent up
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| She cool with my other bitch, they call each other, «Sister»
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| I got a wicker chair, like that Huey Newton picture
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| Sittin' in it, smokin' killa in midst of a twister
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| Paranoia surroundin' the vaccination center
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| Come out feelin' worse than the day you first entered
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| I just play the underground, but I’m no Master Splinter
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| Donatello, Raphael, none of them other ninjas
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| I’m just in the crib tucked away, countin' big bucks
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| Dirty money, hand sanitizer on my fingers
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| 3M mask on, top down, 3 A. M
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| Goin' fast, stand up in the motor, bust a fuckin' dance
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| Second grade, yeah, when I wore them Jordan’s to class
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| My teacher sent a note home, too much attention I attract
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| Students wasn’t doin' they math
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| Too busy lookin' at them shoes they couldn’t have
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| My mama bought me that
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| And I ain’t know that was breakin' her back
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| She was cold, I didn’t know that we was poor ‘til I was old
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| I grew up, I got on, I made myself a Don
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| Got everything I want, got hella jewelry on
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| I’m just waterin' my lawn
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| A big boss garden, and dawg, ain’t nothin' wrong
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| Carrera Porsche outside the fort
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| I put my all into it, so I stunt hard
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| I can’t afford to not record for y’all
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| It would feel as if they cut the life-support off on your dawg |