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[Verse 1 - DavE:]
Salute me bitch I'm great
I'm known state to state
So I'm home wherever I lay, finna smoke a zone I got from L.A
96 Impala I got it on dates, that chrome shit I hate
Gimme all gold and watch em all roll, something like poker bitch I'm straight
I don't do sober dawg I'm baked
Whenever you see me
I'm with a cuban with three beans that mean I'm rolling, and she holding
So bitch watch your lip, cause she won't hesitate to trip
Like I'm on an 8th of shrooms in a vacant room playing russian with a full clip (hol' up)
Two-9 Two-9, I had to say it like 2 times
And you know it's till they cremate
Taking over that peach state
Won't give it back no rebates
Lean no cane, hope it make me able
To live like a fable with my niggas at the table
Paid in the shade, blaze like Abel
What the hell, smoking shells
In the Lotus nigga I'm focused
Living like I'm chosen
Everything is Golden
From my wrists up to my teeth
Gotta keep it flee
In that Zone 3 plus 3
That's that eastside you know me, nigga

[Dogs Barking]

[Verse 2 - LIGHTSKINMAC'11:]
Kill a mothafucka, burn motherfucker burn
Hit the streets earn, motherfucker earn
My daddy in the streets, Granny in the urn
Who told you where I live, nigga meet me out front
No deals at the house [?]
No deals at the house so I'm socking out your fronts
I don't think you want none
Screaming out my name what the fuck y'all want, A bag fulla funk nigga
Who need consignment? I'm in designer, Niggas just rhyming, grinding
Till I got a fist fulla Diamonds [?] I ain't worried bout timing
[?] Star studded I ain't worried 'bout shining
Y'all all talk but all I hear was wildin
My niggas bark hard [?]
In my hood man, all we preach is silence
Mama'll be good once she see what I do
Know a youngin smang and do what it do
We gon make money long time, long time
Man I make it look so good
Look me in my eye tell a lie if you can trick
It's makeup when I come on your lipstick
Courtside we discussing the politics
To make the whole damn set rich bitch [x2]

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