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(Intro)
Shout out to Live Fast man...It's ya boy Big Murph
Sometimes you just got to live fast die slow...yeah yeah yeah yeah
live fast die slow live

You are on delay, I'm on a hurry to the paper
I do not wanna Converse, fuck I am, Chuck Taylor
On a mission to the green, like I'm recruited by Baylor

hate cause its me
But damn lil buddy can preach
Im dunking and swishing kapeshe
Roll dutches im on to the leaves
I get the bag nigga
Im baggin like im

me in my atmosphere
Smokin' green with orange hairs
In-da-cut with indica
OGs and my buddies round me
Simpgod called me up

He said, Fook, let's go

A shining future built
On squabble-free equality?
That every day you'd get your plate
Of steak and collard greens?
That the human race was capable
Of anything

(let's go)
Grew up serving the feens only focused on green
Cuz like Meek I be trying to get mills (on gang)
And get over the hill like Hank cuz we come

around
He sees me but I stand my ground
Puts the barrel to my face I stare it down
Shot me in the leg man fuck that guy
It hurt so much that's why I cried

the llama
Incase that a nigga want drama
Stacking my green like iguana
Crack a bitch back like a lobster
lOB don't take in imposters
Uh
Sorry lil nigga
I

Drunkey Monkey is having so much fun
He gets me liquor while he's on the run
He's better than having mans best friend
And he's got a, funny looking

could call me sam
Cause I got your grandmammy holding on my eggs and green ham
Sometimes I just feel like I am the man
When shit gets hot I Don't jump out

I'm like ta dye /The way they did yo man /
Exposing Shit cam /Dez niggas  tworking and worker /
Creeping to close yo current /Dez niggas 12 Dey work

counterfeit,
Oh my god he home I took the first plane up out the bitch,
Flew over mountains now it's back to money counting,
Keep the green tree by the ounces

Eventually you recall that I'm not made of plastic
And give me ice cubes
(There you go buddy)
And I am grateful
For your cold cubic love and your breathing

We could be homies, we could be buddies
Live up to 90, keep it OG, and be fuddy-duddy's
This could all be possible, it's mold it in the putty
And you

little niggas check'd like YouTube (yea yea yea)
Why these new niggas vex, I don't know you
Get greens, my pockets produce
Bitch I'm 5.0, you 0.2
Buddy

you face the truth
Cuz money ain't a thing but a chain or two
I was on my Navy blue
Now I got my Forest Green
Just to be Frank with you
I can't fuck

Yeah BBE Meech man
Mufuckin' cast life
Glock came through made a nigga see flashing lights
Stay with the glizzy so I'm strapped like a fucking dyke

Indigo
God on the beat
Rayne Rose
Life's a trip man
Worth the admission though, tho tho

Teeter like a totter thought I had a lot of love
Thinking

and insulated mud
They have you figured out, and calculated like some fiscal pay stubs
I don't have to enter green rooms to be on the radar
Adam sent me porn

like a number 2,

Are you even catching this shit,

I know it’s been a while but my name should be stained in your brain by now,

Yeah I’m great right

comfortable with death, like I was sittin' on a bean bag
Remain a gentleman, but a nigga keep it active

Remember you a man before them foreigns and on fabrics

and insulated mud
They have you figured out, and calculated like some fiscal pay stubs

I don't have to enter green rooms to be on the radar
Adam sent me porn

some dice
When in walked a gypsy woman with green eyes
She sat down right next to me
Little did I know I would lose everything
Thought I saw opportunity

a green card yea moving low as a immigrant
Never a scholar or dressing all proper just stacked up these dollars from making sense (Cents)
Before my wife I