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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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