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school got me like coffee in d bag
she down she loving my sac
i cast spells like its magic
sell like a maniac
that's the bell, oh tragic
time to go that's classic
i keep my head low
still gotta reap where i sow
I ain't got bread no
never called me hip yo
still the best though
whats next bro
paper chasing n hoe chasing
Grades chasing and it ain't changing
Money making like the crew staking
keep you guessing bout what we baking
hit it once like a drive by
its success and i ain't saying bye
God always got me that's why
they said we'd never get here big fat lie
hallelujah, got a taste of money
marijuana, am still staying on it
California, i feel like am the bear here
shot a' tequila, and am still the man here

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Gmek
Member since January 28 2014

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