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Here to talk my shit, got bad habits
You know the gums stay flappin'
Never sip on tea, that shits nasty
(If you want it then try me)
Just might say bye to sobriety
I ain't gotta lie I've been tryin'
Then I took a sip at the winery
Ever since then I've been a little curious to find
What the f*ck kind of drunk I've got inside of me
Stompin' through the city in my classic Chucks
Lookin'
Feelin' like a million bucks
Muggin' every mother f*cker lookin'
(What's what?)
I treat myself by no givin' a f*ck
Mama had the wishes with the Kleenex tissue
Back when me and O.D. had them action figures
In the back of the school bus with MP3s
See us eatin' free lunch in the year book picture
Been had a pen in a hand
With the flick of the wrist
I've been cooking with the 'Sota
(Whippin' on a bitch)
I've been reppin' that purp' with the gold in the trim
I've been huntin' with the wolves
(Rookie of the year)
Somebody had a broke in window with a note on a brick it said "bitch"
"Next time I see you sleeping' on a nigga Imma Craig this brick to the head"
(Deebo)

Yeah
I tried to quit the reefer but it fit inside my body like I'm playing operation
You lookin' for production well I got you
Heres my shit and we can talk abut a payment
I play inside her walls, that shit my house
We got a puddle soakin' wet like it was rainin'
The world is overpopulated
Come on little plague, we need your ass to start decaying

Yeah
Gold is always in the ashtray but
But
Gold is always in the ashtray but
But
Gold is always in the ashtray but
But
Gold is always in the ashtray

Wake up, time to go to sleep
(Time to go to sleep)
This ain't Clouds
Insomnia
Behead a couple f*ckin' sheep
(F*ck ISIS)
What's harder than this get
Listenin' to CDs, why the daggone disk skip
Knee rip, an ACL turn bloody to a crip
LED watch go tick, tick
Match flick
Make a brighter mischief
Missed it
Mixing kerosene and acid
Fantastic
Haphazard
Recognize magic
Carnival bombs blasting
Off automatic
Happenings, habits, off tragic
Who's askin'
Dumped the plastic flask on ashes
Telepathic
Thought the thoughts were tame
Too erratic
Building up a roof, put a hold on the tomb when they ask "what you doing"
Leave punch lines alone, I punch line to the dome, Punch straight to the throat
Any bloke trying to take the front door from the spokes
Now you know what you know
End up missing like a goat
Miscarriage with the rope