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Young Jeezy

Pot Life

 

Pot Life

(album: Gangsta Party - 2015)


My wrists sick, I'm talking tuberculosis
I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
Top down in two yellow Porsches
My wrists sick, I'm talking tuberculosis
I'm Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? I been cocky, nigga

My wrists sick, I'm talking tuberculosis
I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
Top down in two yellow Porsches
Sky-Dweller, President to Daytona, my wrist got me, nigga
Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? I been cocky, nigga

Look, said I'm working my wrists and I'm working that...
Fuck, hear a knock at the door
Said I can't even lie, look, I want it in [?] or a fed on the floor
I said eject my lil' cousins, sold classic cassettes
And you know we [?]
I'm clean while I'm whipping and cleaning that Beam
And I ain't talking syrup when I'm talking my leaded
Woke up in Neiman's, I ain't even dreaming
Got a deal on some carb and buy some for the team
And I'm Bruce Lee, Roy, Drizzle, got to get it
Made a million, I don't remember Taylor Swift, two-story kitchen
My vision 'Break down the block', I'm on a mission
I told my jeweler, 'Put a hundred karats in the cross'
Snow hit the club like a Christian

[Hook:]
When I was young, nigga, I always wanted spotlight
That's [?] nigga, homie, what your pocket like?
Come through with the top off and show 'em what the top like
They might be seeing by the rap shit
But they ain't 'bout that pot life

[Bridge:]
I take that fork and go dumb, I whip my wrist 'til it's numb
I take that fork and go dumb, I can't get two out of one
I take that fork and go dumb, I work my wrist 'til it's numb
I take that fork and go dumb, I can't get two out of one

[2 Chainz:]
Trialled down the street from the airport
Young nigga trying to hit the mall daily
Any given time, it'd be raw, whole neighborhood like a volcano
Either gon' rap or be a ball player, I started out from the pot life
That my definition of hard labor
Got bricks and I'm trying to get my shot right
Got my spot bumping like acne, fuck dealing, I took a Xanny
Shorty say, 'Boy, do you love me?'
I said, 'Girl, I love that C and C, that's that codeine and caffeine
Got a pantry full of baking soda for the whip
Take two zips out of every brick
Twenty-five times, hit the dealership
Trying to make a living selling that killer shit
If a bitch with me, then it is a benefit
Uh, nine-to-five, ten 'til six, work
Trying to whip my wrists until it hurt
I don't sip syrup unless it purp, fuck around and get murked
Nigga, don't fuck around and get murked
Shoot your ass from the corner like, 'Derp'
[?] handle work like it's light work

[Hook]

[Bridge]

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