| They don’t pay me to talk diamonds
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| So I reflect on other ways of shinin'
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| I put time in this safety deposit box
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| And let it sit next to the Cuban and Rolex watch
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| I split a Cuban and fill it with the greenest pot
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| Then plot on other ways, to get my money up cause, Uhh
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| (Faint echoes: I just wanna x3)
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| I turn anybody, into a loyal customer
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| Off the words that I utter to ya
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| It’s simple when you come from sewer
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| And the world a
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| Life’s not to be humor, though it’s played like a game
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| I came for the money, and not for the fame
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| You can clear my name and clear my face
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| I just wanna feel the bass
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| Just take off and just levitate
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| Puff the J and levitate
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| On a tense earthquake, I’m from the aviation birthplace
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| So I’m known to talk Spaceships, Chevy’s with the chrome face
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| Riding by this cold lake, slower than a snowflake
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| Fallin on the grass blade till it dissolve away in the blink of an eye
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| I just wanna be somewhere far, I’m always looking for that place
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| Where I can shine like a star alone, Like the North one
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| Away from the dipper, see I differ in my rise
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| I like to be alone when I ride
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| You can follow me home, but just watch from a distance when I shine
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| You can see it from a distance when I shine
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| L-L-Love the bass (many times)
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| Diamond in the back, sunroof top
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| Diggin' in the scene, bleedin' the block
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| I’m the leader of the flock, Fleetwood drop
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| Sixes on the feet, Six switches make it hot
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| Pull up in the lot, parkin sideways
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| Hop out in my 5 J’s, blastin Backstabbers by the O’Jays
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| I know these niggas intentive, they be hatin, it’s just they ways
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| Waiting to catch me slipping and cop Trey’s, I don’t pay 'em no mind
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| I just bring 'em some shine, while I’m freeing my mind
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| I told you time and time again, I like the ride when I be in
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| A state of mind when I can find the word for my pen
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| Sunk in these seats, I get inspiration from the streets
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| Observe through the tints and paint a picture on these beats
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| Of everything I see around me, my life in this glasshouse
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| A full cup and a half ounce, helps reel off the tell of the tape
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| And those that can’t relate, at least you feeling this bass
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| L-L-Love the bass (many times)
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