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i can feel it in the air like bean said, shit, i'm already rich, i don't need bread, groupies back stage giving me head, ex d-boy still roll real weed here, man, i just wanna leave a legacy, pass me the green, i need some weed with my hennessey, ma, i'm way too drunk to drive, but i gotchu on my mind, good pussy and it's mine, boo, she works late night, all the time, 7am, barely home, baby why you crying, white leather seats, two z's, i'mma sleep fine, police behind me and i'm dirty, fuck state time, high speeds, for my strippers in the club, all my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud, it's love, bitch, now fire up that fly shit, 09', no one beat my prices, with this bag i'm the nicest, solid plug, outta california, boy, that's priceless, they love me out in texas, legend on the east coast, everywhere i go, windows down smell the weed smoke, this the cookie man himself, top shelf, let the wax smell burn, i'm just tryna make it home, i pray to god i make it home, with a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real, i'm just tryna make it home, drunk textin' on my phone, i'm gone, i pray to god i make it home, 45 on my lap, i ride alone and, i'm just tryna make it home, when i get to the crib, i miss my kids here, drunk alone for the fifth year, i lost my wife, she and my mom passed, it was rough, still bay drug money in cuts, then it's money in my cup, i'mma try and live it up but, i feel like givin' up, this one's for the dreams that came true for me, when i die smoke two for me, gamble like my brother, but i'm playing with my life, i got a thing for new ice, this custom piece looks all pretty in the lights, drug dealer, i love the city life, these four cars get cleaner every year, more death make it harder, shed a tear, i'm just tryna make it home, drunk drivin' on the road, drunk textin' on my phone, girl, i never sleep alone and you know that, that pretty ass looks so fat, lay her on the bed and let her give me dome, while i crack this fresh bottle of patron, i'm just glad i made it home, i'm just tryna make it home, i pray to god i make it home, with a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real, i'm just tryna make it home, drunk textin' on my phone, i'm gone, i pray to god i make it home, 45 on my lap, i ride alone and, i'm just tryna make it home