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Cruising down the main got my joint lit,

rolling through the drive through never leave a tip,

bout to let it rip, when i hit the N1,

foot flat got my bottles open, wheels forward motion,

 

that's when I roll up, haven't seen the fam in a while,

blow a band on em all make the trip worthwhile,

always gotta give back to 'em, i'd be nowhere without,

just bought a brick my nigga ride in front he my scout,

 

back at the house, bottles pop, getting baked,

I been dormant to long I guess that was my mistake,

missed a couple occasions lets just call it good karma,

ain't no time for no bull shit, ain't no time for no drama,

at the rate that I'm going bout to hit a brick wall,

I told 'em all before when I come through we go'n ball,

my follow through always been greater than the start,

that's why I be getting better every time that I drop,

they all know it as well, paint it vivid pastel,

I might just art a couple sneakers like that nigga Pharrel,

and since this is my hour, name it my power hour,

The closer you get to me you can smell that loud getting louder,

 

Cruising down the main got my joint lit,

rolling through the drive through never leave a tip,

bout to let it rip, when i hit the N1,

foot flat got my bottles open, wheels forward motion,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm talking that about that chedder cheese,

smell it all on in the breeze,

the type a shit you can smoke at multiple degrees