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it's like I'm off it
rolling up an eighth
it got me coughing
flossing
drive
150
I ain't stopping
they walking
why they fucking hating on me
talking
they acting
fucking with me
somethings gonna happen
it's tragic
making money dissapear
like magic
I spend it quick
but you know
I get it back bitch
bad bitch
she just want my love
but she can't have it
wash away my thoughts
are melting in the acid
so gone
H-U-S-L-R
I keep it sewed on
look up at the sky
I'm feeling like a
no one
I'm paralyzed
hearts cold
ice frozen
every time I wanna
speak
its like i'm choking
I'm exhausted
I am off it
Imma fiend
I got grams up in my pocket
thats how I'm rockin
no use for caution
when I pull up
hope I die up in the moshpit
it's like I'm off it
rolling up an eighth
it got me coughing
flossing
drive
150
I ain't stopping
they walking
why they fucking hating on me
talking
they acting
fucking with me
somethings gonna happen
somethings gonna happen
always talking
but they terrified of action
when I pull up to the scene
I'm causing havoc
always dying in my dreams
like thats my habit
that's my habit
it just happens
friends stab you in back
like assasins
gotta watch out in the grass
cause they acting
they capping
I might lose my mind tonight
from ashing
smoking
fully focused
my plans are in motion
my flow
is moving
like the water in the ocean
it's potent
every single word
you know I wrote it
I can't trust a soul
cause I know they are folding
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