Paroles 420 Freestyle

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Uh, I was posted on the block with a big ass joint
Police everywhere so we stay on point
Money get in my hand, pockets stay on swollen
If you ever ask a question nigga we don't know
Don't be talkin' to me crazy if you ain't 'bout drama
And don't even be hittin' my phone if it ain't about commas
I'ma ride everyday for my gang with no problems
And if a nigga want beef, we fillet 'em and chop 'em
I get high everyday, you can say I'm a doctor
Got my niggas out the streets, you can say I'm a prophet
I got money in the bank, it can't fit in the wallet
I got niggas in the pen, but that ain't on the topic
Rollin' the weed in the paper you would think it was college
Got my mind on my money, I'm just focused and honest
If a nigga talk crazy then we leavin' 'em tarnished
Yeah my crib in the Hills but I came from the bottom
I ain't worried about the mils 'cause I already got'em
Every time I'm in the bank tryna make a deposit
If I'm hoppin' on a plane, know I'm gon' make a profit
Got the keys to the game if I wanna unlock it
I'll be smokin' KK 'til you think I am unconscious
I'm a real ass nigga know my style ain't polished
Yous a fake ass nigga know you can't come 'round us
Was 'round good weed back when our parents could ground us
Now I'm doin' real shit that they say that they proud of
Fucked up situations trying get my guys out of
If you see a nigga with me best believe that they 'bout it
Taylor Gang or they die, best believe that they shout it
I pour up a lot of drink, come to weed, need a mountain
Keep the money comin' in run to me like a fountain
Lot of fuck niggas hate, I can see 'em they doubt it
Don't approach the situation they just reaching around it
I ain't scared of confrontation, me I'm speaking about it
I got so much fuckin' money that I need an accountant
I'm so big you don't see me, you just reading about it
If you coming at the Gang then you need to reroute it
Wanna know how I maintain, well the secrets they solid
Niggas wanna know the formula 'cause we done found it
Make another hundred mill, it ain't gone be cool about it
Made my way up out my city, it can be kinda violent
'Cause when you gettin' money niggas try to slide on you
And when it's said and done them hoes switch sides on you
But I got four dime pieces at the crib waiting for me
Two cell phones 'cause the money keep comin'
O's in my bank, ain't no one fucking with me
Smokin' KK like every day 420

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Antwon Hicks, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Lamont Porter, Michael Len Williams, Samuel Gloade