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Baby I'm 'bout to land in in about an hour
Make sure you there in that 458 with at least a half a P on you
Let's get high
Pardon my nigga, but I control this
Asking my nigga what hand he roll with
Paper normally brown, today it's white though
Niggas normally clowns without the bright notes
Pardon my nigga, my money been long
Red carpet my nigga, a hundred men strong
They know I can do Armani, Versace well
Call a jeweler, hit Avianne or Rafael
Hundred for yacht boat, lot of weed around
Ciroc toast in style, we La Marina bound
Every blunt is a Godfather, we keep a pound
What's the numbers? Ain't Bob Barker? Then break it down
Pardon my nigga, me and my queen high
Volvagen chinchilla, sitting at ringside
Black suit, bow tie, minus the bean pies
Got P's for thirty-five, yeah them things fly
Pardon my nigga, you need to roll up
Pardon my nigga, what's with the hold up?
Pardon my nigga, but that's a dub there
Sorry my nigga, but ain't no dubs here
Seer of all things, getting lifted like gull wings
This summer I'ma rock my fall sneaks
Twice as high, Twin Peaks
By design this is all me
Floor seats still covering our mouths when we speak
Try to catch us but that Ferrari won't let ya
Tried to tell ya, I don't brag but I'm better
It's like I don't bring my A game 'til you bet 'em
Then I show range, rain on my competitors
Then I'm back in the Range with the basketball leathers
Defusing state troopers, holographic projectors
Homie this a movement, maneuvering for cheddar
Spend some on dank, throw the rest in the bank
Homeboy, if you know better you'd smoke better
My motherfucking growers grow better
High off life, got the munchies for more
Everyday is a gamble but it's just the allure
Staying real is organic, copping low is a sport
No pun intended but my point got across
Composing the ether, occasionally spike my liter
It's pink or it's purple, finesse and reflect with my circle
Build with my niggas, shit we learn from each other's lessons
Gotta share gems to receive more blessings
Royalty nigga, we all kings
Kush God, Sermons, Young Joe, all steam
Make sure my core team get more cream
The bandwagon leaving, I'm creating more steam
Light up without a possible care
I put the pot in the air, then watch the pot disappear
Magic, I'm a foamhead, Polo junkie, addict
Low God, two L's, you know my status