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Hold tight (you did good, $lick) hold tight (It's a Smash) I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine Hold tight, hold tight, I'm noticin' the mine, I'm noticin' the mine Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin', ash it on my bitches Takin' my dose, I never skip it, still in my hood up, pistol grippin' Still got a hunnid blunts, got that Bape up in my cup Stay with a bitch in the cut, who stay with my dick in her guts, yeah Wetto the king of the Grey, self-park, I don't fuck with the valet, sheesh Private jet, fuck a delay, went to Paris and back in a day Okay, no, I'm never okay, bitch, stop askin' Came up and supported my family Just for that they should give me a Grammy, uh Runnin' and duckin' the slammer, uh Thinkin' 'bout cockin' the hammer The lights, the glitter, the glamour, uh None of this shit even matter None of this shit made me happy Wound up in rehab instead of a casket Lockin' me up and they had the rooms padded Made a straitjacket my fashion Ruby the motherfucker grim reapin', I'm undercover Soul seekin', I found another bitch who thinkin' that I'm her lover, no Reason I keep on shruggin', blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em comin' Only weed keeps me from buggin' and from seekin' out more destruction I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know That these bitches want me to fly 'em out just because I upped the glow All these fuckboys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low And talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbin' through our dough All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost Watch me raise the fuckin' dead next time I'm on stage at a show Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted Haunted, haunted, haunted, haunted Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind It's like I'm doin' time, all the time Exhausted, lost it, just one little line Have this talk with God all the time, yeah Haunted, haunted, I can't escape my mind It's like I'm doin' time all the time Exhausted, lost it, just one little line Have this talk with God all the time, yeah All the time, yeah
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Derrick Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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