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Turn it up. Turn it up. That's cool, that's cool, all right. J Worthy, talk to 'em. Uh, yeah. Some Day in the Life type shit, you feel Me? P Worthy the street legend. Yeah, okay. Wake up, grab my phone, tryna get to the Money. Lot of pussy for the evening, Watch my Carter, some oldies. In the daytime, rock a pro club with my Jordans. Ball shorts sag low, but the pistol still On me. I might hit the Palisades if a Nigga feel hungry. Then I'm back to the hood In the mix with the homies. Everybody drinking Hen, I'm still drinking a forty. I might pull up to the park, shoot hoops If it's open. Then I hit my brother Larry, I'm like, "P, what you doing?" He said he at the airport, got a show Out in Houston. I said, "Hit me when you Back, off top, let's get to it." I came a long way, yeah, from the Blade In the trenches. Park benches, hanging out with the Riders and members. I live a quiet lifestyle, Hard to think it was different. Bitch a devil like Ginger, I'm talking Sharon Stone Powdering her nose. Free fucking, yeah, she never answer phones. I live my own truth, fuck what they drinking, I sip my own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, Fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce. I live my own truth, Fuck what they drinking, I sip my own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, Fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce. I've been all around the World like a nigga with a perm. Dominoes on the porch, ice cream truck on Pirellis. Today was a good day, serving spoon in my Belly. Moms asked for change, let me see what I got on me. Hop in the El Do', Hit the streets with the homies. Cameo out the window, all white hundred info. All white with the retros, golden child of the Ghetto. P my dog like I'm Petto, Uh. Can't stop 'til we check mo', flow right from The get-go. GoTyme, call Gecko 'cause you gon' need Some insurance, nigga. This AI beam, It can track how you moving. It's old Mel all the time, he never did No recruiting. If you believe in the dream or You follow the movement. You sneaky-ass niggas, we see what you I live My own truth, fuck what they drinking, I sip My own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce. I live my own truth, Fuck what they drinking, I sip my own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, Fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce. Smoking sheets of funnel in the backseat so calmly. Like I killed the bear for a hoodie, Marni. Told them I will never ever fold, origami. Smoking on that purple kush, Barney. Playing with the white to get green, Tommy. Marine or infantry, like I'm in the army. Disco ball light show, smoking like pyro. Like a plant, money grow, street ball legend, Alley mop. Paper chasing, adiós, Call me Casper, riding ghost. Black eye, pockets swole, drinking water, Skin's glow. I live my own truth, fuck what They drinking, I sip my own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, Fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce. I live my own truth, Fuck what they drinking, I sip my own juice. Four-deuce, back of my jersey, I'm from the set, Fool. West too, Elroy, Nella, I guess it ends, Woo. Lifestyle way too dangerous, Hop out a six-deuce.
Jay Worthy, Roc Marciano, A$AP ANT, Bart Oatmeal — My Own Two
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