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walking out the door my feet my a dope beat my nikes slapping the concrete the whole length of front street

gotta roll my weed and burn to the 3rd degree

drop the weed thats a foul i make that calls since im the referee

cant you see im gunna have so many kids to grow the family tree

buzzin around like a bumble bee

sittin in the sun getting vitamin D

nothing gunna be free from me

wont even see me hiding in the palm trees

time for you to get set free off parolee thats no way to role threw this life

come on over girl i dont bite high than a kite soring in the sky till the fourth of july

better watch out posing water supply

gunna eat you up like a boston cream pie

dont bull shit me i know when you lie

then you start to cry when your alcohol supply goes dry

rockin them old school tie with a white tee and jordans on the side

go head open your eyes see where im going nationwide with track

my music while make your itch a sratch you need more like crack

when i dont leak a jam you have panic attacks just sit back relax take your shoes off any unpack

fuck anything with hiddin tax got homies that have my back

this tracks not going to be no nic nack you got so scared now your running back

just to figure out thats all wack head starts spining seeing white and black

leave a message and the tone and ill call you back