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OG all in my blunt, twenty cars all in the front Fifty G's I made this week, hundred hoes all wanna f*ck Too faded, f*ck control Five pills, I f*cking roll One dysfunctional family, nah we wasn't no Huxtables Eight years that pops got, that shit killed my f*cking soul I swear that day they took my heart, felt like I died real f*cking slow So I got high, out my mind, a thousand times when shit got low We was married to the game til that bitch got old Expensive ass ho, let it be Now you know why the bitch ain't never free She going in for the kill, let her eat And I met her doing drugs, chemistry So dope, amphetamine She make it all okay, ketamine Anyone ever loved her, enemy I'm getting gum, tryna make new memories We ain't invited, we just invaded Suede seats, she's been persuaded OG, she's been sedated Huh, this bitch is faded Look, they say they ain't scared but I know they shook When I say love in the air I'm probably talking bout the kush Okay now let's start, less talk How the f*ck they shooting blanks at this Kevlar It's okay they slept on me, they'll be awake for the best part And I'm on the loudest shit, you probably couldn't even get an ounce of it And I just went through a pound of it You ain't got kush, that's counterfeit bitch I'm the right guy for that wrong love Adderalls and them long blunts Popping M's in my penthouse Taking slow sips out that tall cup Pour it up til we breathe slow Yeah bitch I'm just getting warmed up And bet she wanna tell me to stop but she like it more when I'm on drugs [Hook x 4]
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