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517 until the grave .223 at your brain Two million blunts to the face Bones 'bout to make a stain Pulling up, rolling deep Prototypes on my feet Touch the paint, you get beat Touch the ice, feel the heat Try to rob me? That's a no, no AUG and that bitch blow, blow With the team, never ever solo Push it, shit, push it back in slow-mo Ayy, switchblade on my body (body) Profit all in my pocket (pocket) Hit the switch and get to droppin' Got a '64 with hydraulics (what?) Boom, now you're doomed 24 karat, cover my tomb Don't make me go back to the shit I used to do (sesh) Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant Hundred fifty dollar candles flash with the fragrance Need to leave the city soon, naughty missa makers Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient Back on the motherfuckin' prowl (woo) I'm the past and the future and the fuckin' right now Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds Habits that I got demand a lot of my account 517 until the grave .223 at your brain Two million blunts to the face Bones 'bout to make a stain