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(album: Hunger Pains - 2013)


What up, Bo?
Lets try to have a little fun with this one, man
2013

Its been a minute gotta get it when its go time
So high like I'm sniffing up a coke line
So fly see me chilling in a bow tie
Putting in work, Merk, send it for the whole line
Oh my hes just chilling like a veteran
I'm eating up my medicine
Speaking to the Reverend
I eat 'em like a sedative
I beat 'em up so effortless
I'm feeling for adrenaline
I'm speaking with the pen again

Pushed out for the weekend and I'm dumb high
It's lunchtime, punchlines, got'em tongue tied
Come try got'em running for the one time
The drunk guy still buzzing when that sun rise
Fully loaded and I'm ready to go
I'm letting 'em know I never will go mess up the flow
Set it in stone I'm better than my flesh on my bones
I'm telling them home professional while sketching these poems

I was at the bottom but I'm back on top
Wake up every morning and I stack my Guap
Doing what I love and I still get paid
Didn't have shit now I'm on the front page
Everywhere we go they have their eyes on us
Shout out to the Homies even if we lost touch
Turnt up loud and nobody give a fuck
And the party won't stop till we all piss drunk
[x2]

I'd rather think of all the people who done passed on
Wake up in the AM at the party with my pants gone
Get up outta bed and see I'm sleeping with a fat broad
Bacon over bitches, grab my shit and then I dash off
Head hurts and I'm feeling like I might puke
Off the weed, off the lean in the sprite two
Roll a swisher crack a bottle of patron
Take a couple straight shots just to get me in my zone
And I'm gone

Just about ready to wild out
And you better bring some bitches if your stepping in my house
Gather all the pussy till the rest of the guys bounce
Cheer leader chicks so we letting them try out
I thought I told em it was over from the jump
Gotta bitch bent over while I'm rolling up a blunt
Hit it from behind then she show me to the front
Now shes going for my nuts
I'm never sure when there's no trust

I was at the bottom but I'm back on top
Wake up every morning and I stack my Guap
Doing what I love and I still get paid
Didn't have shit now I'm on the front page
Everywhere we go they have their eyes on us
Shout out to the Homies even if we lost touch
Turnt up loud and nobody give a fuck
And the party won't stop till we all piss drunk
[x2]

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