[02:36.00]You can close ya eyes
[02:36.00]Like ya fuckin nappin
[02:36.00]You can fade away
[02:36.00]Like ya never happened
[02:36.00]Ain't nothin promised
[02:36.00]But the life you make
[02:36.00]So get a bag
[02:36.00]Got a bag of biscotti
[02:36.00]If you want a drag
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]Breathe in baby breathe it out
[02:36.00]Let my name roll off ya tongue
[02:36.00]When it's ya mouth
[02:36.00]Let you know that I'm the one
[02:36.00]If you have a doubt
[02:36.00]I'm stabbin out
[02:36.00]Whippin in the range
[02:36.00]Driving in the rain
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]Never feelin pain
[02:36.00]Blazing up insane
[02:36.00]Grippin on the grain
[02:36.00]Clutch another strain
[02:36.00]Running back and makin gains
[02:36.00]Swerving in the lane
[02:36.00]Better tuck ya chain
[02:36.00]On the track like train
[02:36.00]I ain't makin stops
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]Get a bag homie get a bag
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]Get a bag homie get a bag
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]Started with nothin
[02:36.00]Then we blew up
[02:36.00]They said ya nothin
[02:36.00]But a fuckin screw up
[02:36.00]Gave em a dose
[02:36.00]Of the realist shit
[02:36.00]And I'm makin sure
[02:36.00]They feel this shit
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]One by one we won em all over
[02:36.00]Now it's autographs and nice to know ya
[02:36.00]Trips to Medellin
[02:36.00]With some Cali green
[02:36.00]Soaking up the beams
[02:36.00]Ya it ain't a thing
[02:36.00]
[02:36.00]You gotta a question
[02:36.00]I may never know the answer
[02:36.00]Due to circumstances
[02:36.00]takin haters out
[02:36.00]they're the fuckin cancer
[02:36.00]looking for advances
[02:36.00]these bitches get no passage
[02:36.00]What the really need to do is fuckin stop
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You can close ya eyes Like ya fuckin nappin You can fade away Like ya never happened Ain't nothin promised But the life you make So get a bag Got a bag of biscotti If you want a drag Breathe in baby breathe it out Let my name roll off ya tongue When it's ya mouth Let you know that I'm the one If you have a doubt I'm stabbin out Whippin in the range Driving in the rain Never feelin pain Blazing up insane Grippin on the grain Clutch another strain Running back and makin gains Swerving in the lane Better tuck ya chain On the track like train I ain't makin stops Get a bag homie get a bag Get a bag homie get a bag Started with nothin Then we blew up They said ya nothin But a fuckin screw up Gave em a dose Of the realist shit And I'm makin sure They feel this shit One by one we won em all over Now it's autographs and nice to know ya Trips to Medellin With some Cali green Soaking up the beams Ya it ain't a thing You gotta a question I may never know the answer Due to circumstances takin haters out they're the fuckin cancer looking for advances these bitches get no passage What the really need to do is fuckin stop