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Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Ooh,
na-na-na
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Ooh
Selling
coke,
I
was
stuck
on
the
mains
Now
these
stones
doubled
up
in
the
chain
When
I
needed
them,
nobody
came
I
got
reasons
I'm
alone
in
the
Range
When
you
winning,
there
ain't
nothing
but
love
Keep
on
sinning
and
forgetting
to
pray
Independent,
got
this
shit
out
the
mud
Hope
my
demons
never
lead
me
astray
Somethin'
light,
book
a
flight
when
I
bill
it
Do
or
die
when
it's
fresh
out
the
trenches
(yeah,
yeah)
In
the
cut
with
the
dealers
and
killers
I'm
dressing
up,
in
that
shit,
I'm
the
illest,
yeah,
yeah
Money
and
fame,
I
used
to
dream
'bout
a
watch
and
chain
I
put
my
life
down
on
the
page
I
had
to
let
go
of
all
of
the
rage
I'm
still
in
the
bag
with
the
low
life
Sell
a
ton,
and
I'm
buying
some
more
ice
(ha)
Had
to
pick
up
from
the
floor
twice
Now
I'm
getting
it
cheaper
than
your
price
Don't
let
them
tell
you
that
you
got
a
limit
I
break
every
level
they
set
(I
did)
I
pay
for
the
flight,
I
pay
for
the
villa
And
I
let
her
pay
her
respect,
yeah
She
play
with
that
pussy,
she
wet
Lighty
attire,
we
high
on
a
jet
Landed
in
Manny,
I
holler
at
Meekz
Shit,
we
got
some
money
to
make
You
know
I
keep
this
shit
tumbling
in
She
love
you
then
she
let
you
fuck
on
her
friend
Took
the
hood
under
my
wing
Without
my
niggas,
got
nothing
to
sing,
yeah
Feel
like
there's
nothing
to
lose
All
of
these
commas,
got
nothing
to
prove
Man,
she
done
came
with
a
pool
High
on
a
hill,
so
I
came
with
a
view
She
freaking
and
geeking,
I
smoke
a
sativa
She
chefing
the
meal
with
her
bum
(she)
She
just
wanna
please
me,
rub
on
her
genie
I
go
out
wishing
I
could
Selling
coke,
I
was
stuck
on
the
mains
Now
these
stones
doubled
up
in
the
chain
When
I
needed
them,
nobody
came
I
got
reasons
I'm
alone
in
the
Range
When
you
winning,
there
ain't
nothing
but
love
Keep
on
sinning
and
forgetting
to
pray
Independent,
got
this
shit
out
the
mud
Hope
my
demons
never
lead
me
astray
Somethin'
light,
book
a
flight
when
I
bill
it
Do
or
die
when
it's
fresh
out
the
trenches
(yeah,
yeah)
In
the
cut
with
the
dealers
and
killers
I'm
dressing
up,
in
that
shit,
I'm
the
illest,
yeah,
yeah
Money
and
fame,
I
used
to
dream
'bout
a
watch
and
chain
(ooh)
Show
me
something
real,
I'm
unsure
Living
how
I'm
living,
gun
smoke
Anytime
I
slide,
I
want
more
Tryna
find
out
where
the
love
go
In
this
suite,
I
take
a
moonwalk
Every
night,
this
shit
a
night
stroll
Sci-fi
shit
on
my
car,
doors
on
it
suicidal
Back
to
the
same
routine
Back
to
back
raves,
it's
a
scene
Steady
leaking
change,
keep
it
clean
'Member
all
the
days
I
would
dream
No
place
for
a
snake
in
my
team
They
know
how
I
keep
the
regime
When
I
step
out
with
the
A-Team,
yeah,
yeah
Selling
coke,
I
was
stuck
on
the
mains
Now
these
stones
doubled
up
in
the
chain
When
I
needed
them,
nobody
came
I
got
reasons
I'm
alone
in
the
Range
When
you
winning,
there
ain't
nothing
but
love
Keep
on
sinning
and
forgetting
to
pray
Independent,
got
this
shit
out
the
mud
Hope
my
demons
never
lead
me
astray
Somethin'
light,
book
a
flight
when
I
bill
it
Do
or
die
when
it's
fresh
out
the
trenches
In
the
cut
with
the
dealers
and
killers
I'm
dressing
up,
in
that
shit,
I'm
the
illest,
yeah,
yeah
Money
and
fame,
I
used
to
dream
'bout
a
watch
and
chain
(ooh)
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