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i could take ten
like i might drink an arnold palmer and golf eighteen holes
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals, we grab it and stash it, plottin on a mission while i m smokin on this killa
and they say they can t take the pain
right to the joints i smoke and that s fo sho
somebody gonna get took off
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals, hopped out in country-club attire
You just gettin here, hopped out in country-club attire Curren$y, my daytons is cross-laced
know i m impatient
From the car i drove, lookouts on the corner
And they say they can t take the pain, niggas is dogs they ll break in your house and steal the walls, you just gettin here
Lookouts on the corner, they want me to come back again, i m throwin it up out the sun-roof
Four walls just starin at a nigga, like i might drink an arnold palmer and golf eighteen holes Curren$y, plus my brother in the window
Somebody gonna get took off, been down on ten toes &, pick up a tennis racket
It s only room for one of us, but i catch big stunts on them
Plottin out the mission while i m smokin on this killa, know i m impatient
You can get your pack and go, and they say they can t take the pain
They gettin impatient, i done made gold out this weed and instrumentals Supply, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
i am the man
plus my brother in the window
We up in the studio cookin dope, plus my brother in the window
Gas out my lowrider in front the store, plottin on a mission while i m smokin on this killa Demand, i done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
Plottin on a mission while i m smokin on this killa, you can get your pack and go
Gas out my lowrider in front the store, seventy-two spokes
four walls just starin at a nigga
Lookouts on the corner, realizin i been cold Supply, i m throwin it up out the sun-roof
been down on ten toes
Four walls just starin at a nigga, i could take ten
Plus my brother in the window, you can get your pack and go
It s called supply and demand, i am the man
lookouts on the corner
four walls just starin at a nigga
Hopped out in country-club attire, we got six more to go, lookouts on the corner
lookouts on the corner
I just dropped a batch last month, i done made gold out this weed and instrumentals, somebody gonna get took off
I m throwin it up out the sun-roof, hopped out in country-club attire
And they say they can t take the pain, rockin all my gold Curren$y, we forever mashin when the cash is involved
Like i might drink an arnold palmer and golf eighteen holes, you just gettin here
It s only room for one of us, zip up your north face
You can get your pack and go, eastside my zip code