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I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, still tote the semi

I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking chin-high

I used to fuck and get tired now I fuck her ten times

She used to make my dick rise now she make me ribeyes

She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try

She used to make me love her, now she made me realize

The money over bitches till the day I dizz-ie

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

Find out where he reside and find out where he hide

Run up in that bitch like, "Hey, pop-pop-pop," peace sign

Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Rock

Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile

You goin' at my slime, then you're going at me, slime

Your blood all over the sink, it look like red cheap wine

I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tea time

Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes

Shoot ya in ya head, give ya ass three eyes

And ya still ain't seen a fucking thing until ya C5

I remember you, I was never into you

I tell my shooters, shoot you, and whoever resemble you

And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you

They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dead to Zeus

Run up in a **** house, pistol in that **** mouth

"Safe code now, ****, cough it up or spit it out"

Oh my god, I'm flipping out

Flippin' out, then dippin' out

I tried to turn the fuckin' page

Oh, my God, I ripped it out

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch

And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth

But he be talkin' out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to know you ****, I don't know you ****

I just ignore you ****, I don't bro you ****

With my bros, just smokin' ****, like a dro, you ****

Kill your ho too ****, and your go-to ****

I've been ridin' 'round the city with the safety off

Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll

You **** bitches and it's pissin' all the ladies off

My finger sittin' on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy

If it's beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on

Put his words on the plate, that **** ate 'em all

And I ain't wit' the talkin', but damn, now we talkin'

**** spilled the beans, damn, now it's coffee

Lookin' for your pussy ass like I got a warrant

I don't own a ski mask, that's a private party

Bullets jumping off your ass like they shock absorbin'

Rock your bells, LL, **** locked and loaded

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch

And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes

I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi

Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side

I feel like Ivan Drago, lil' bitch

And if he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

If he dies, he dies, if he dies, he dies

Yeah, run up in that **** house, pistol in that **** mouth

But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

Mulah, baby

And you still ain't seen a fuckin' thing until you C5

I still don't know today

Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident?

But still, I just don't, I-I-I be wanting to ask him, but I never asked him after all these years

Was that an accident or did he, or was he playing with the gun?

So I never really found out about what, you know

What really happ-, what really happened with him in that shooting