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I can feel it in the air like bean said
Sh*t I'm already rich I don't need bread
Groupies back stage giving me head
Ex d-boy still roll real w**d here
Man I just wanna leave a legacy
Pass me the green I need some w**d with my hennessey
Ma I'm way too drunk to drive
But I gotchu on my mind good p**sy and it's mine boo
She works late night all the time
7am barely home baby why you crying
White leather seats two z's I'mma sleep fine
Police behind me and I'm dirty f**k state time
High speeds for my strippers in the club
All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud
It's love b**ch
Now fire up that fly sh*t
09'no one beat my prices
With this bag I'm the nicest
Solid plug outta california boy that's priceless
They love me out in texas legend on the east coast
Everywhere I go windows down smell the w**d smoke
This the cookie man himself
Top shelf
Let the wax smell burn
I'm just tryna make it home
I pray to god I make it home
With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk textin'on my phone I'm gone
I pray to god I make it home
45on my lap I ride alone and
I'm just tryna make it home
When I get to the crib I miss my kids here fam first
Drunk alone for the fifth year
I lost my wife she and my mom passed
It was rough still bay drug money in cuts
Then it's money in my cup
I'mma try and live it up but
I feel like givin'up
This one's for the dreams that came true for me
When I die smoke two for me
Gamble like my brother but I'm playing with my life
I got a thing for new ice
This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights
Drug dealer I love the city life
These four cars get cleaner every year
More death make it harder shed a tear rest in peace
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk drivin'on the road
Drunk textin'on my phone
Girl I never sleep alone and you know that
That pretty a**looks so fat
Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome
While I crack this fresh bottle of patron
I'm just glad I made it home
I'm just tryna make it home
I pray to god I make it home
With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk textin'on my phone I'm gone
I pray to god I make it home
45on my lap I ride alone and
I'm just tryna make it home