Тональность: D# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Not a good time
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unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
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Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love, unless we get
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
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Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love,
Verse 2
unless we get violent
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Wildin', this is for my niggas
that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
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Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
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we don't need a co- sign
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Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
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It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane High
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Just the same guys Juice,
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Darko, and I remarkable times
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no harm it takes time
Enjoy the palm trees
Verse 3
We on vacation
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Rang, rang
Who that calling? The money
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or the fame?
Shit ain't the same since
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we crept in the game
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So I get high and try to maintain
My celly rang, rang
Who that calling? The money
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or the fame?
Shit ain't the same since
we stepped in the game
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So I get high and try to maintain
Verse 4
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Gloves on, murder one, homi'
They'll be looking for the prince,
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Smoking Moroccan hashish
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With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
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Hennessy fill my body
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These other rappers copy, oops
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I forgot to mention,
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wrote this in another dimension
Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
Two Mac 11s with twenty K on
the necklace and a Heckler Koch
Bought this for the hecklers that
be neck in cock
On a mission, clearest vision
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Views from the scope from my Glock
Only high percentage shots
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Shoot with one eye like Fetty Wap
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With my block, Flatbush Ave,
rotten flesh and money knots
Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
I pop a tab and crack a seal,
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zombie gang, drugs kill
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Never lied, if I did then
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let me fry - Futurama
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And these Jordans on my feet don't
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come out 'til next summer
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Pretty grungy like Nirvana
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Dirt Cobain is what she holla
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When I dropped this dick inside her
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Only fuck her if she legal,
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I don't break the laws like Tyga
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'Less it's moving LSD, lean,
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and shrooms, and marijuana
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If I ever pay for pussy it was
with counterfeit dollars
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Ugly niggas still getting bitches
I'm like the second Shabba
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Hit the trigger 'til my (fingers blister)
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If I got a problem,
paint his top - Dennis Rodman
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I'm superficial and conscious
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I'm a walking contradiction
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I'ma burn in hell probably,
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but I'ma keep Satan waiting
I ain't done fornicating with
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women in every flavour
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Eating pussy with chop sticks
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You know I love my Asians
USC who he play with
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Trojan helmet on, put her in the backspace
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And then I hit the escape key in the bank
With the Jason mask,
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asking where the safe is
Catch me motorcycle,
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black and gold Letterman
Saint Laurent, leopard print
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Nigga I ain't got no preference
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I'm setting precedents
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while chasing Presidents
My mic presence is heaven- sent
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It's like I got an extra sense,
no censorship
I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
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My penmanship, a Erving J,
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its just, always leads to swish
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I roll and pick, then blow a zip
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You can blow my dick and
eat my excrement
Verse 5
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I smoke to death,
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might lose my ears
Walking dead, can't feel my tears
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Fake love in disguise
I repute those that get near
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I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
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Got some questions, I got some weed,
I got some acid
Needlepoint LSD
I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees
And if your eyes open,
there's still more to see
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They try to tell me I was wrong
I'm still looking
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Last night I spent a couple hours
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up in Central Bookings
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but I was trapping prostitution
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Weed, coca leaves, percs, and LSD
Two hundred for the bottle
Add it up, more for me
Thinking back,
I'm still here it's lovely
Ripping shows and blowing cheese
Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
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Palm trees and double Ds
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They want that old shit?
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Well, fuck y'mean?
Verse 6
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Rang, rang
Who that calling?
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The money or the fame
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Shit ain't the same since
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we crept in the game
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So I get high and try to maintain
My celly rang, rang
Verse 7
Shine on these niggas
Glide on these niggas
Show these niggas what the
business is nigga
Zombie gang nigga
Huh? Zombie gang nigga
Half- dead nigga
We living life nigga
Niggas thought we was dead the way
we living life so crazy man
So trill nigga
Ay, all- time nigga, all- time, uh uh
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