Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I got a plastic medicine container of that Afghani
Peep, raw rolling papers, no chemicals
No bleach, I'm about to be in there
To the point where I'ma blur my speech
After I finish this liter of yak and blow this eighth of Keith
Manage, don't bother me, I'll pop ya
With the 5.56, the special medulla oblongata
That'll stop ya, tune ya up real proper
Spin you around like the propolis
My name ain't Harry, but I'm a potter
My mouth hella dry, I need some water
One day I know I'ma die, forgive me father
But I'm livin' for now, forget tomorrow
I'm a product of my environment
So I ain't thinkin' about retirement
I'ma continue to push the shade
*** a 401k, I *** on squaws every day
And get my helmet eight, Corolla LA
And my agent hella behave
I'm high as gasoline, I'm from Ethazine
And my whole team, we lean in them cuts of print
I keep a couple things
Plus a bunch of money, I'ma keep a couple things
I'm a 40 Glock with a dot in case I have to
I might blast through, chop it up and bounce
My little homie, he be on me, say I owe an ounce
I tell him catch me in the morning with your bank account
And I just take it off the tab when you cash me out
I do the mass amount of numbers, I'm impeccable
And I ain't even gon' lie, I'm off them edibles
You see my niggas come through, they buy them vegetables
And not a chair, mother***ers need their medical
I put the work, I'ma do the work, I'ma do the work
I get them dividends
And them Benjamins become a nigga's best friend
And everything I'm in
You know it's off the hands
It feel good when a real nigga win
Say it then
Down and get your *** out
That's what I told her
I don't wanna trash my ass no more
Y'all can have my leftovers
I ain't finna be head over heels
Over no broad mane, I'm too fly
I make my hook up for another fish to fry
See when a dude *** hella broad
She's a player
But when a broad *** hella dude
She's a slut
And you wanna know what else?
You wanna know what?
If I find out that she was ***ing on one of the homies
I'm ***ing on both
I tell bitches where I'm from
To leave them feelings at home
And if they listening
You probably ain't feeling the song
But am I wrong?
Standing there looking at me crazy
I'm never ***ing you
When these other bitches pay me
Already with the baby
Come on with them dollars
I'll show you where they going
And them other hoes will follow
I'm off in my Impala
Nine Phoenix Act
I just revamped that
Put them chins in the back
Make it slow
Towards the idea
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