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"When I Get There"

[Verse 1:]
Purple weed and cloudy skies (skies!)
Audi rides - used to have to troop but now we drive. (drive!)
Now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe (ugh!)
New movie starring your's truly. - Make the party live! (make the party live!)
The mommy's call me: "Daddy". (daddy!) - I call them now and then
Tell her bring their girlfriends through line them up and then shower then.
It's right back to usual. (uh-huh!) - Excuse, how I excuse you?
You thought I was looking at you I was lookin' through you. (ugh!)
Lookin' through you, my eyes I see things clearer could it be my Bentley nearer (uh!)
Hammer under chincilla chill the fuck out 'fore we kill ya! (uh!)
I'm no where near familar live is realer when you're speeding, weeding
Locking house you need, my reality for the evening! (evening!)
Even when you're at the top the bottom calls (calls!)
Every summer body drops! - Still right out there by the mall. (mall!)
Pop my bands and buy it all! - For my hands in front of coals
Lot of grands than I'm involved; problem man? I'll get it solved! - Spick and span no problem!

Weed it up! - Tear it down! - That's how we roll! (that's how we roll!)
Devil wanna take me now. - But I ain't goin'! (I ain't goin'!)
Too many already down; feel like I owe 'em! (I owe 'em!)
Fuck your head now, then your pounds, show up to no-one!

When I get to the top. (get to the top!) - All way to the top (way to the top!)
I'm a shit on you! (shit on you!) - Then climb back down,
Just so I can spit on you! (spit on you!) - It's pitiful! (it's pitiful!)
The shit they do! - When they get through...

[Verse 2:]
Ugh! - You used to count a nigga out remember that to this day
Haven't seen me since I made it rather have it this way! (yeah!)
Hung up my Jersey for a minute now I'm back in the play
Back in that zone where I'm snapping, rapping like back in the day. (back in the day!)
In New York city and now California
Styling on you skinny nigga from around the corner. - Then found the son of
Maurijuana in my 2K bomber. (UH-HUH!) - Benz or recline,
Man I arm her with my rear persona. (persona!) - And riot armor! (and riot armor!)
Work magic, don't make me try it on ya (try it on ya!)
Halla Kasaam, Cabaam, Shazaam! - Now take cover fast as ya can!
Man! - Fuck you sucka niggas and your R.I.P. tatt's!
SouthSide! - See sleep and breath that. - We back! (we back!)
I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money (money!)
My flow ain't from this time (time!) - more like 2 thousand twenty. (yup!)
Bitch take the space up; back the fuck up, I'm a need some room! (room!)
You know the order: bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em. (G's run though 'em!)


[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]

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