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Feel like ′06 me and that nigga Young Vonni back in Brent Latin backyard ya know?

'02 me and yellow boy Nyky, cooking that Boot Kamp shit out my granny houseWahhhn

I hit the blunt ′cause I'm way too tense

Gotta watch how I weigh two cents

Niggas partial and they play the fence

Either you down or I ain't convinced

You know all that talking lame as shit

Either you show me or remain a bitch

Dealt with niggas who just can′t repent

Had some issues over bills and rent

Spoke with homie but ain′t seen him since

I had to let it go and give it to God

'Cause what you reap is what you till in the sod

And it really ain′t no feelings involved

No sentimental resolve

Expected walls when I'm trying to evolve

Letting go of all the people I love

When it flood nigga look for the dove

I built a float ′cause I knew what it was

Spike my coffee just even my buzz

Throw tobacco in my joint with the bud

Kept it trill when nobody was watching

No alternative option

In the swamp drinking muddy concotions

Talking slick like I work at the auction

Highest bidder when it come to the flossing

Chinchilla make me look like a possum

Playing dead but been listening closely

Glass of vino and a platter gnocchi

Now ain't the time to provoke me

Don′t slip never know if I'll trip

Keep calm then I go for my hip

You can go for my bitch

But you better come with more than your lip

And your whip better be fully equipped

This bitch is bougie as shit

Grab your purse 'cause we fixing to dip

Whip a six like I′m mixing a brick

Hate crackers but we slept at the ritz

Black Madonna who love sucking some dick

Natural tits and voluptuous hips

Waist built by a mountain grits

Had to grab me plate

Thicker than a snicker how I could wait

And then I eat it ′til there's nothing to scrape

My beard frosty as flakes

Then wipe my face while I purr it was great

As of late I ain′t able to sleep

Cold blooded like I'm cradling sleet

People cheat when they can barely compete

Fuck friendship I′m playing for keeps

Game over and I'm still in my cleats

Flowing poetic as Keats

Shakespeare couldn′t fuck with the sonnets

Smoke chronic then collide with a comet

Way I shine better get you a bonnet

Expensive liquor you don't mix with a tonic

Niggas trash like they hosting a rummage

You can tell we the niggas who run it

Phil Knight nigga just go do it

I never judge it 'cause I might go thru it

In the booth it can get quite humid

When I hop in and mic 1-2 it

Some water might be prudent

Side bitch and a entree too

Had to keep on the entre nous

I play the field like Ndumakong Suh

Had my ol′ lady waiting at home

I know I′m wrong but I'm young and I′m on

Dead presidents you 'bout or what?

Counting bucks then dividing ′em up

I started rolling when I got in the cut

Said I quit but went and got me a cup

In the morning still gotta get up but getting lighted as fuck

On the 19th floor of the building

Got the window from the floor to the ceiling

And the Basquiat rather appealing

Got some ladies who look ready and willing

Got the E&J lavishly spilling for trill