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Super radical on my clothing, even though I know death's closing in Gregory Peck, just like 'The Omen' Niggas call me 'Tony' but that's the old me I ain't an O.G, I'm a young nigga Smoking on some good weed, hung up on some bad women And you don't live that life so nigga we ain't fucking with you We in the kitchen, eating on a full stomach I hear your tummy growling, I'm thinking nothing of it I live above the sky with some good strains I do the most cause any minute it could all change They think my style's strange, I think they all the same Strawberry lemonade, come and taste my wave I do own things, nigga complain Purple rain, Nature boy gang Nigga stay in your own lane And you really got it fucked up Acting like a nigga really give a fuck Nature boy gang, yeah, that's what's up Nigga I'm gone, I don't give a fuck And I know what y'all really want Be the nigga in the club trynna get fucked Fuck them all, that's my new motto Rest in power to my friends, I'll see you tomorrow Hard to swallow, that's how I'm living All my girls is poison, word to Michael Bivins I'm getting fucked up, sipping three 4-5s Slorp swooped me in the van so I had a ride Hopped inside, I'm too high to die But the weed, man, just committed homicide All my niggas say, "Twon, you ain't living right" I just shrug it off, just trynna live my life Tomorrow ain't promised, I ain't gonna think twice I ain't gonna party like it's just any other night The one who laughs loud always cries the hardest regardless If they were smart enough to solve all of their problems Bad girls between my blankets If she got up, man, nigga I ain't say shit You niggas got it fucked up Acting like a nigga really give a fuck Nature boy gang, yeah, that's what's up Nigga I'm gone, I don't give a fuck
Writer(s): Robert J Walsh, Richard E. Glasser, John Naples Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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