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Irving, raised with two brothers by a single mother
Looking out for one another
Working just be discovered
Not a fighter I’m a lover man, but I gotta get it

Ratha Be Ya Nigga

2Pac

All Eyez on Me

1996

N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

Her Irving Berlin optimism
Can't touch my Cole Porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the TV are insomniacs

And we both know this

they see
They keep staring and staring
Until they get dry eyes
You ain't affording the cost of your life
Even if you was Matt and you down sized
Christ

look aye 
Everybody get your lighters up and smoke sum with me 
Look aye look  
Everybody get your lighters up and smoke sum with me  

Look back in

on the grind, Son in me so i'ma Shine
Better cover your eyes, if you don't You might get blind
I'm one of a kind, hand picked i was Designed
I'm not defined by

Watching
Smoke Rise just like old times with you
I still get that smoke in my eyes
Watching
Smoke Rise just like old times with you
I still get that

the zoomies
Cat's out of the bag put in all your jewelry
I don't got eyes; I got S's with lines in them
I won't do time till my eses got diamonds with them
I

Get high with me
Keep your eyes low tide when you vibe with me
Come take a ride with me
I got designer weed
A different kind of fiend
Rolling top

is in my view
I'ma get it right, just so you

Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke

Come get high with me
Come get high with me
Come get high with me

Spark another one there's so much smoke in the room
I'm faded little baby I don't know

no smoke?
If I come now, can't call your friend
There's no life-lines on these roads
You might get put on the news at 10
Couldn't throw half of that in

out!
Get the hell up out my car
Because you textin' on yo phone
While you drivin' in the car
You better leave me alone
You ain't my friend
Textin while

Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way

Early, early in the morning
As the break o dawn come
I open up my eyes
I just wanna light it
And smoke and get high
I smoke and get high
I smoke

the collar, then I throw him in the bin
Up all night, I be payin' for my sins
Life's 3-6, checkin' where I've been
Knock a bitch down, like a wall Berlin

as you want
Really it's up to you the topics we stumble by
Men in your past or the one walking on the path
Next to you listening and yes I'll be listening

purgin', we hop out Suburbans 
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I

found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing

Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes

roll by, I got nothin' on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I'm loped up with two braids in my hair
All star with the khaki suit
I'mma fuck around

to kingston market

Get your tamarind and sour sop
Mangoes and casaba
Bread fruit okra pigeon peas
Curry goat and guava

Come we go down come we go down
Come we

in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor

at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

nobody knows about like a lemur
That might wild the fuck out, and kick you in the femur
Your girl said she a dreamer
I told her the closest she gon' get