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Dreams turned to nightmares. Happiness is so rare.

Livin like without care. Mama saying cut your hair.

Smokin on that sticky green. Sippin on the drippy lean.

Blowin smoke in the air while im sending off a prayer.

 

RIP to the homie black. Always had the sack.

Wheres the function at. Tell her throw it back while i sip the yak.