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Oink, Oink. Yeah, we smoking. Right out of 7 Mile, baby. Gil Simpson in the house. What? Word to my dog M. E. D. West Coast in the house. All my peoples out left. Be trending this. GL, oink, oink. I burn a fatty with the Hen on ice. Still trying to get a grip on life, I'm Slipping in pussy. Oh, you thought I was referring to my enemies? Shit, boy, y'all tripping. Fell and bumped your head, concussion, Dizzy. Head spinning while we breadwinning, Risky. Business get dry when you fucking with my Kind. Shine like the light and the hustle is High. I-I had a few rough years. Now it's like, damn, check out the view up Here. Me and M. E. D., we run Court like vets, And both share the title of MVP. See it's game, Future Jungle Love in this, And it's obvious, apparently we can't miss. Keep a fifth just in case I gotta shoot You cronies. Peace to M. E. D., salute you, Homie. oink. Speakers on blast, back in demand with the CD On mass. Passport stamped, girls from the past mad at the Fact that we ain't doing bad. But I ain't gotta brag. Get bucks, get paid. Fine women, kush blunts, we fame-ing on ya. You act up, feel brave. Get dunked, get shot, get spayed. Tell me when it's on, and it's on. Big thang popping, ain't talking rerun. New deal, watch and hate talking just begun. When I'm done, need earplugs, silence the buzz. Be ready, Betty in the knot. Mitty in a steppy, thump heavy on the block. Ain't nothing you can tell me, help me, feel Me, 'cause I watched you. You sell me what's Already mine, you taking ass to top. Quit playing. Paid vacations what I call fame-ing on Them. Ladies on them, score them, got them off The gun on them. Crowds like clouds, Might it Might get get shady steady on 'em, on them. Still Still mobbin' mobbing and the and rest the Rest one-eighty one-eighty on 'em. On them Back turn, ain't waitin', You can wait around for keepin' it real's outdated. Welcome to the greatest show in stereo. World tour, stage floor, everywhere we go. Speakers on blast, back in demand with the CD On max. Passport stamped, girls from the past mad At the fact that we ain't doin' bad. I ain't gotta brag, get bucks, Get paid. Fine women, kush blunts, We famin' on ya. You act up, feel brave. Get dumped, get shot, we Bangin'.