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I can't deny it
im a $#&@in grinda

if i gotta get up and go get it im a rida
coolin in the sauna
weighin out the options

go pick up a dime bag chop it im a problem
get me on a beat anything i kill probly,
mobbin in my answers

rappin in the cypher
spit about my life you'd
probly be surprised when u see i keep it real

used to wanna bes with the BS i dont feel that
fake $$# dick ridin hoe $$# fall back
im really about my %#@!

in the @@#!pit
me nd chief flyin puffin raws and
grindin

tell em that its timin
we are gonna make it from the ill $$# rhymin
always payin homage

usin OG game so we get the dollas
do it for the luv hip hop in my blood
do it for the luv of my habits with the bud

get it from the mud
go get it myself cuz im tired of the ones
tired of the change

pockets aint enough
i will never change put that on my mama wut
put that sticky in a blunt, no it aint ever enough

i was raised to spit em rough ima come up ima jump ima climb ima die 'fo i ever sell out
homie kill me if i try
twissin up the lye

trappin with the sound tryna flip em get around
first im pitchin free and get em hooked up on the flow then,
slangin til they overdose

get the money $#&@ a hoe
mobbin wit my homies I'm
bobbin to a oldie flow

rhymin get a grinda cut the ganja take a heavy toke
flyin now im higher man that cali OG aint a joke
$#&@ bein sober

if i got the paper ima blow it on a fat sack
blow it on a bottle or
get my lady somethin nice

tryna hit the throttle more
homie thats a problem tho
cuz the ones around

deserve more than wut they own, you can hear it in my tone im hungry ima hold it down
put on for my city get a caddy smoke and roll around
windows up nd blowin loud

get the paper G style $#&@ sleepin i get it now
always walkin on a cloud stayin in a small crowd
i know thats the trend now

but ive been about myself
couple homies, cup of wealth
all my verses spit em well

so one day i gotta sell
where the money ring the bell
roll a J and let it melt