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Sane. Shout out to my boy Stubbs. Yo. But I definitely gotta shout out Wax G. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Light. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Yeah. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. So high you can't beat the view. Four, five, six girls with me too. Jack Daniels, no Pinnacle. Smokin' raw papers, no chemicals. Hater blockers on to get rid of you. Ralph Lauren ponies by the swimming pool. Twenty-four carats when I hit the dude. Feelin' like Neil when he touched the moon or The Wright brothers when they first flew. Plane 'bout to leave, gotta catch it soon. Off in the morning, gotta print the blue. Blueprints, blueprints. Smokin' one, already lit two. Three knocks on my door. Could be Kathy, Emily, possibly security, But I don't answer with urgency. Wax G got the mercury. I'm burnin' purple herbal trees. With my head high, you can't burn with me. From Long Island to NYC. Nineteen, I'm at the penthouse suite. Live it up, can't live nervously. This here's an emergency. Call 911 if you heard of me. Sane the God might blur the scene. Just left the bank, I'm burnin' currency. Trailblazin', trailblazin'. Ridin' in a Chevy Trailblazer. Dance the night away, Van Halen. Colorado kush, mile high. Pass it around, Peyton Manning. Eighteen grams, I'm Space Jammin'. Don't know how E. T. landed. I phone home from another planet. Phone home from another planet. I'm rollin' bats with Grand Slammin'. Flight 420, no Pan Am. Zip of the Barry Bonds. Twenty-five grams from San Fran. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Yo. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Taylor Gang, Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Yo. Smokin' three up in the room. Yo, yo, I got it, look. Smokin' on this killer, call it psychotic. Look, rollin' J's and twenty-threes like Mike got It. I be shootin' for the stars. Smokin' coffee at this bars. Amsterdam is where we are. They be like, "2GotIt, doin' shows and fuckin' Hoes." Rollin' up air, but OZs, OG, And blowin' smoke holes. Like the red light, red light district on these Hoes. I got shroomed up and I fucked a Hoe and fucked another hoe. Like red light, red light, nigga need to stop. Look, rollin' up that bullshit, y'all niggas just Need to drop. Like hundred to fifty, Y'all niggas smokin' that fifty. Y'all niggas need to be ashamed of y'allselves for Smokin' that fifty. Like red light, red light, stop that bullshit. Roll up some cool shit and some Raw and Get stopped at the red light. Red to the cop, say, "What's up?" Blow some smoke in his face, hit the gas And fingers up like, what's Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. Rollin' one, I'm lightin' two. Smokin' three up in the room. In the room, in the room, in the room, In the room, In the room, in the room