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Throw the Benjamin's, feel the residue

Know that karma on my ass, she a bitter fool

What goes around, coming back this ain't nothing new

In this game you can't never be too comfortable

Ride dolo in my city, bitch I'm better off

If you ride w the killers, you get finished off

In my coupe, windows tinted you could never see the boss

What's a king to a god, if you don't believe the cross

Stick to my dance bitch I'm flossing

Know I got the juice, and chicken with the sauce

In Phoenix, you could play your own vices

Way too many blunts rolled, herbs and the spices

Living through inflation, tell me what your price is

Upgrade the whip, new devices

Stuck between the weed or the purp, indecisive

Separate humanity from me so divisive

Wondering what life is

Low and behold, I got problems with the rope

And the weed smoke, finna keep me doped

Dreams get thwarted when you caught up in the scope

Kings play the jester, get caught up in the jokes

Never flinch never fold

My sixth sense known to get a bitch wet

Ya boy just blaze like it's dipset

Bag a couple o's for the oohs and ahs

Better choose a side, gunshots get your hip checked, real quick

Trigger fingers itching that's a reflex

Claim my spot on the throne bitch where's my seat check

Mobile flow bring west coast women, and them Georgia peaches

East to the west, all American for rejects

Take a sip out the bottle gone for the weekend

No complaints when the game last a full season

I got answers to this test but I don't need em

Pray for me yeah I don't need it

Bitch hold me down

Weed smoke makin J stay for a while

Watch the throne for me cause J want the crown

straight from the buoy all the way to H town