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they told me that my dream is noosed
Like a rocket people seen it shoot
Even though the N9na took the scenic route
Now you witnessin' the meanest muse

I need me a bottle, left me out in the cold
Might not see tomorrow, heart on my sleeve & broken
I'm dead laid in the garden, wishing my pain would go

should I do my own wash, or be lazy as the boss
dearly beloved, you know, I play it, by ear, I don't trust my neighbor either, and I really don't want him

Parking lot pimpin', cadillac butter cream
Bass knockin' hella crazy, it could make your ears bleed
This green is gettin' cheaper by the dozen
Shawty

to beat me up 'cuz I don't give a fuck
Color me a courageous yellow belly that could live it up
Interrupt my own thoughts with a moan, kick to the gut

Yeah
Oh she told me roll a blunt
She just did a 9 to 5
I just poured a solo cup
Told her "baby, so did I"
She look like a bottle girl
Said "I'm

nowadays niggas be pocket watchin
I keep a pocket rocket
I’m in my prime, is you shitten me?
It be ya own mans that be envyin
It’s love though, ya’ boostin

I'm drinking this bottle pretending I'm fine I'm keeping my thoughts always hidden inside
I open my mouth and I see my own signs I am the problem I

THE HIPSTERS DRIVE NEW CARS

I WAS STUCK
FROM ELEVEN YEARS TO SIXTEEN
IN THE BACK	I WAS TRAPPED
IN MY OLD MAN'S CADILLAC

BEING PASSED    BY THE BLAST
OF A 350

A hoe gonna hoe if she wanted too
I've been taking off lately no rocket fuel
Bet she want me because all my pockets full
And my ego's becoming

And out here in the woods is a damn fine place to start
I'm the captain of this rocket ship, I'm on my own mission to Mars

I'll be cruising through

in my pocket
I own real estate them racist say I can't own
Fake foes show me shade spread that hate shit on your own
My momma raised me by her self

Willie burgers and Johnny rockets
Harlem is lit they outta pocket
Costume jewelry they gotta stop it
Career dead put ya own face in a Locket
Profit

White Boyz

Snoop Dogg

Whiteboys

1999

from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle
Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta

need 80 mil
1st Generation Wealth God and Me by myself
Ain't have no help family had they own problems
I was just playing all the cards that were getting

in a black Cadillac on spokes
High yella bone, don't act so woke
Might sell my soul, so I don't go broke
Hang my hopes up high like dope
Don't burn my

It was a seacoast airstrip
That called to me.
I asked the bottle of gin by my side it's thoughts?
And it agreed.

Now wait just a one goddamned

Oh how we've sunk
Dealing with all of it by getting drunk
Wine is my water
Together alone
Pass myself the weed
Binge-watch a show

What game shall we

offer, Sir
But that’s my new Lincoln parked by the curb, yes it is
Now I must be goin’
I got a meetin’ with the mayor downtown

I got my own highway

Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga

Smoking in my whip feeling like I hit the lotto
Everyday I win popping bottles of moscato
Tryna run me up a check you wont see me till tomorrow
I put

Drop some bands so we can have club right inside the club 
Make our own rules, my nigga fire up Ayee
We got more bottles than a bar 
Our own private

The Pick-Up

Etta James

R&B Queen

1986

you're the right kind of man
Man I don't dig your sounds at all
Cadillac's don't excite me
I've got one of my own
And that don't either
Is that all

For Her

Curren$y

Live In Concert

2013

Higher than you ever been in yo motherfuckin life nigga
Without even tryin

Uh, the game got a grip, never slip
Could tell by the way I got my