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still stress I don't really come to help
I'm too busy just working on myself
This just adds more weight to my shelf
Starting to feel like I can't find

Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time

I

And that's every night
Gotta help myself 
Lord knows I ain't been living right
Let me touch that 30 meal
I ain't going out like Mike
Might stunt a little bit

Smoking stupid gas
(Gas) lifestyle stupid fast, b*tch i came from f^ccing rags. You cant tell me sh*t im glad
And my b*tch she stupid bad (Baaad), Gucci

every gift comes with a curse
Why would I wait for you
Why would I

Rather go go get it myself
Long as the Lord blessing me with good enough health
I

used to sell coke when
The King was that Bordeaux
But just like Vegas you got
To bet on yourself i love checkers but I
Like chess better myself four

in stride
Double R coup and i'm painting it black
When i put down to the top you won't see me at night
It can get crazy way inside my mind, it helps

a peck won't take us cross the fine line.
Oh my God her lipes just turned into some Bon-Bon's.
Now I'm locked, I wanna stop, Lord Jesus help me.
Oh yeah,

partna can you smell the skunk
Or the fine red scent from the honey blunt
Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder
But I'm dock in the cuts and I'm over

up, baby in a good way
You're trying to keep up, you sayin "Oh Dre"
And as you get on top I grip you by the hips
And I can see them cumming these is yo

faith in me like Mormons
The beat inside me stay dormant
The piece yes I got it on me
Only got one or two homies
I do better by myself don't need no help