She was already on deck ‘fore I ever met her
Young Bob in the building looking like Hugh Hefner on these suckas
Man I swear somebody better tell her
I don’t care what’s on your mind I just want your cerebellum
Yea but my team stay down through the stormy weather
Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us
Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers
We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better
Nothing a fortune teller couldn’t tell us
As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols
Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels
Look at my wrist, bitch, it’s levels to these bezels
This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it
Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stougin’
Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canoles
Beating up the box, call me Oscar De La Hoya.
How would life be if the world smoked weed?
Guaranteed there’d be peace not greed.
See, it’s hell,
Living in a cell,
Legalize the plant only time will tell.
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