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I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach had me fiending for success I spark the doja when i cope Enter the game me and my music are one and the same My mind is to blame, i'm fucking insane, i'm tryna get paid off of sharing my pain You niggas is paid off, you fiending for fame If you on my radar, I'm spilling your brain I'm prolly gone take off, i'm headed for space or another dimension, i guess what imm saying is I'm fly as hell nigga but I stay grounded Don't make a move you niggas is surrounded You look astounded, you get the that's how it sounded Look what i found, i gotta be honest, i ain't know i had all these flows in pocket I'm hoping this money gone fit in my pocket I don't got it yet, but i'm kind of a prophet (Profit) I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success I spark the doja when i cope Back again i'm back to win it all Comprehend how not to get involved My mind is gifted and slightly twisted, i still ain't got a job Still i mind my business I got to spit this, my rhymes' the illest, You wife wan' hit this, but now she dismissed You falling sick, i guess i'm the sickness Ain't got no wish list, cept that you witness I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success I spark the doja when i cope
Writer(s): Gaël Georges Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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