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All you do is just make up your mind If you're gonna do something The key to life is your attitude Make sure you're doin' what you wanna do Your goals can unfold right before your eyes But you gotta have some priorities in order Bought houses of the wrist (ah) Half a kick for the fit (uh) Barricades on the block (numbers) 'Nother nigga got- (church) 'Nother nigga got ten (man) Squeezin' 'til the Glock-, shh (good job) Squeezin' 'til the Glock jam Niggas know I'm top tier (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Fastin' in the mornin' (man) Casual with my garments (cas') South of France smoke (smoke) But hold on, I get more shit (yeah) Hold on, I got motion (yeah) Hold on, I don't know him Chill out with that bro shit This might be the greatest escape, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (damn) Got my feet wet when I was seventeen (shit) First time cruisin' down the Blade was like a movie scene (movie) We was rockin' Nike tech suits in 2013 (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Twenty-thousand hangin' out my pocket (man) Hooker clockin' cheese (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Used to drive to Costa Mesa twice a month, dodge the steam (twice, yeah) Bust a couple plays (man) After that, head to SD (numbers) Hotel circle hot as fuck (chill), it's time to switch speeds Two 5.0's back-to-back (damn) It was two pieces, hey Two hits of the numb numb juice Still couldn't knock me off the caboose (alright, soowoo) Don't get it fucked up, boo (nah) No, ho, we don't love you Like Pepé Le Pew, three riders in ski mask Lookin' like TR, you know duck, duck, goose Just dump dump, shoot (doot-doot-doot) Fuck with the fuck, round two, homie, this four-deep deuce (Westside) P Worthy, the reputable Turn opps into vegetables That's just how the section rolls The homies turn two in fours (Fours and twos, eights and nines) Payin' dues 'round here ain't enough, we wanna know what set you from Et cetera, et cetera I do it way better, blood Don't talk mad at me this ho, I was never the one Only kept that bitch around for the funds, it was never for fun (pimpin') All you get is some hand-me-down Uggs Shoutouts to Yambo, damn, I miss my son (wavey bone) Church Like I'm the Heavenly One (Heavenly One) Countin' hundreds and a two-piece with a top hat Like I'm Reverend Run Chasin' the paper like it was runnin' from me I'm in the spot countin' hundreds until my thumbs is bloody That's the only way for me to sit up comfortable like Dutch and Bumpy I clutch a pump, dump it, and jump a country Might be in London speakin' bluntly One sniff of the pure got your bitches nerves all twitchy and jumpy (Man, cool out, cool out) Comin' down the block like a slinky thing Whisky on the rock with the pinky ring Bucket hat with the wrinkled brim I'm in the water where it's sink or swim Doin' math on the abacus Already made the nickel, I'm thinkin' ten Wavin' flags like a matador Already got the juice so I'm drinkin' Gin (Gin straight) I'm a product of the '70s (yeah) The Gottis and the Jenevis We left bodies buried in the desert Paid off crooked cops and deputies Without even carryin' a weapon Cut a tongue out for talkin' recklessly (what you said?) On the scale I'm too various to measure All my soldiers, they walk nda step with me (walk) From the trenches to the park benches No one can escape What is getting ready to come upon us ♪ Somebody'll have to say something and have some credibility And cornin' those who are cornable Everybody won't make it in-
