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Yea round we them niggas You seasonal, temporary livin You’re wannabe, done in a minute son You are not a finit Bitches could tell the difference, they know better than to smoke with ya Back up a lit, bitch you’ll get the whole picture So much sicker than them niggas I’m coughin, they just got hiccups KC lights, roll bars on my Chevy pickup Offroad style, leaf kid heavy do this burned stone Pative, get it done When the time is crunched like situps To the challenge I rise, Lamborghini doors 85 corn ties, never seen a real road From the show, round flow to my seven comp the raj Got a storage cross town when lights seven mo rise Touchin side, that Grand Theft Auto life Rollin up in my safe house, I’m lookin down Done it by my design Refusing to compromise These hazel eyes These hazel eyes These hazel eyes These hazel eyes They sayin shit changed ‘cause shit change Not just the horses in my motor, but the car’s for me to show up I’m a boss and my whole team fly private, black cars When we roll up – quarter pounds When we blow up – hit the ground runnin My watch new cause a nigga sound bove it And your girlfriend leaving you cause she just wanna be around something Like playin X-Box and wearin weed socks, beatin round stuntin Orderin thousand dollar room service, rollin weed up out of onion Uh I got atmade but I ain’t make it on my own Oh what about a Pittsburg nigga? I’m gonna buy a LA home Rollin up papers, turning down favors All these fake cushions, I got my own flavor Hold me down in KKN, that brand new bread Got to make to make that brand new crib Need a whip to match that brand new car Thinkin maybe Maybach, brand new insides Everything black, young ass nigga, blowin OG in the back Last time you heard from me I was rollin butup Lookin dope in my brand new clothes Eyes closed like someone told them to shut up These hazel eyes These hazel eyes These hazel eyes These hazel eyes