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Shit, I've been sitting on this couch for about two days
Whooping niggas' asses in that Madden and twok
And it's just
Me and my redbone bitch
That's my red nose pitt
Got all the shots and papers
Might just make me lots of paper
Was bout to hit the barbershop, was bout to get a taper
I said fuck it, give me that Bishop and Juice Fade
Hold up, what you say
Keep it in moving and speaking the truth when I'm leaking my music
It's easy to do it, no need for improvement
I got em wondering if Cidy really is human
No the fuck he ain't
Do it like me, no the fuck you can't
In the cup, that drink
And I puff that dank
But I walk around the club like my stuff don't stink
Give a fuck what you think
Nigga, fuck what you heard
Cause I make money like Federal reserve
So whatever you heard
Fo ahead tell em it's true
True, true, true, true
Cause I make green light yellow and blue
Blue, blue, blue, yeah
Fill up that ting with the ganja
Trouble mi gon find
Das da ting I don't mind
Guide me through the hard times, that'd be Jah
Bruh
Nigga, I ain't never gave a fuck about a hater
Make her count the paper while I roll another paper
If she take a buck, I gotta cut her like a razor
Cut her like a grater, cut her like a blade
Yeah, bitch, I swear to god I know the game like Derwin Davis
This one for my partners in the pen in the probation
This one for my Jamaicans, this one for my Haitians
This my Saipa say shit, we keep em goin' ape shit
Yeah
The lil' nigga, high as the lil' dipper
Probably hittin' his side bitch, wife, or your lil' sister
Ain't lookin' how I roll up
Nah, I got em thinkin' I'm a Marley with a low cut
I'm hardly ever sober
That liquor be hittin' me hard
I'm livin' like Benny in City of God