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This is public service announcement paid for by JL
On behalf of Exec Records, don't try this at home
Son of a bitch we got another one, he's caked up
But how long before the dude wake up
He want the glamour and glitz, and all of those trips to see Jacob
As for now most of it's made up
He ain't plush, in the back seat splitt'in a Dutch
Knowing that he's gone stack so much
Little time to waste, never did crime or sold no base
But every rhyme got a few lines of beat'in a case
The high stakes of this rap shit, often is like a matchstick
The games like a powder keg homie, it gets drastic
You could get yo ass kicked fuck'in with those theatrics
Half of ya'll are puppets, hundred percent plastic
Stories stretched out, playboys hustl'in backwards
Got most chicks referr'in to ya'll as bastards
I'm just in the back of the club it's kinda classic
Like a miniseries the stories are well crafted
Follow the weed smoke and find me on your block
I got Cristal in back of the black drop
Just that profile when you on the top
But I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Follow the weed smoke and find me on your block
I got Cristal in back of the black drop
Just that profile when you on the top
But I don't know, I don't know, I don't know