IGOHAMDGAF
I woke up this morning while the broke nates they snoring
if it were up to me i do it all give them somethin to see but success be calling
clean out the tank and not fall in
run the game with my nates
Captain of my soul, claim me the master of my fate
I gots to do it my way
like the pimp game with no cane
sutting missing like the mary jane with no flame
like the clouds here and no rain
Damn, can a young nigga get rich
can i sell out a few shows
maybe find me the right stich
buy farm land with my bros grow me the finest strain that there is
stack money up to the ceiling, and stop testing my piss
got earth up in my grip, make a future for my kids
my palms wont stop itching till the worlds bumping my shit
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