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[Common]

Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on

Y`all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude

Pass the booze, and let`s build on it

I`m rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted

I ain`t even smoke no mo` but I feel blunted

Yo I`m tokin on the freedom

Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M.

Tell the players I`m the G.M.

Told my team let me get my plays straight, I`ma feed them

They need me like I need them

See the streets is bleedin

Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and

Stay on my climb

I`m grind - ing, `til I get blue balls

Everyday, same shit new star

Don`t make me act like where I come from because he grew tall

There`s a place that to run from it if you neu - tral

Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes

I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote



[Chorus (x2)]

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed

Keep my head high, let the chrome spin

I got the right to feel hood

I got the right to feel high

I got the right to feel hood

I got the right to feel high



[Common]

I`m the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop

Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props

If you gonna get that kick-a-box

Make sure that ? not

If you gonna get that glock don`t be scared to big shot

Hip Hop is changin, y`all want me to stay the same?

Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game

I recognize game like a scout

Ayo, I`m bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out

I ain`t about that

Messing with no other man`s women

Because of jealousy then a man go under

Understand a man and his mental

Listening to Joan Mitchell

With the fan and the window

Can it be so simple then?

I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands

I want a Rover, but I`m thinking long range

I ain`t switch over, I just made my own lane



[Chorus]



[Common]

Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track

I feel it in my neck and my back

A thug came to me, said it changed his life

Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light

I`m trying to do better

I ain`t claiming Mister Right

I`m a grown man, I`m too old to fist-fight

I stay on point like trick dice

Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike

Sounding bitch like

I know the block is hot, but we just can`t get ice

When our children`s children sit nice?

I sing the song to make the fiend`s strong

King Kong ain`t got shit on me

I train days to rip emcees, I`m peaking

But I still gotta get that cheese

You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees

Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo



[Chorus]

[Common]

Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on

Y`all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude

Pass the booze, and let`s build on it

I`m rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted

I ain`t even smoke no mo` but I feel blunted

Yo I`m tokin on the freedom

Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M.

Tell the players I`m the G.M.

Told my team let me get my plays straight, I`ma feed them

They need me like I need them

See the streets is bleedin

Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and

Stay on my climb

I`m grind - ing, `til I get blue balls

Everyday, same shit new star

Don`t make me act like where I come from because he grew tall

There`s a place that to run from it if you neu - tral

Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes

I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote



[Chorus (x2)]

I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed

Keep my head high, let the chrome spin

I got the right to feel hood

I got the right to feel high

I got the right to feel hood

I got the right to feel high



[Common]

I`m the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop

Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props

If you gonna get that kick-a-box

Make sure that ? not

If you gonna get that glock don`t be scared to big shot

Hip Hop is changin, y`all want me to stay the same?

Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game

I recognize game like a scout

Ayo, I`m bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out

I ain`t about that

Messing with no other man`s women

Because of jealousy then a man go under

Understand a man and his mental

Listening to Joan Mitchell

With the fan and the window

Can it be so simple then?

I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands

I want a Rover, but I`m thinking long range

I ain`t switch over, I just made my own lane



[Chorus]



[Common]

Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track

I feel it in my neck and my back

A thug came to me, said it changed his life

Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light

I`m trying to do better

I ain`t claiming Mister Right

I`m a grown man, I`m too old to fist-fight

I stay on point like trick dice

Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike

Sounding bitch like

I know the block is hot, but we just can`t get ice

When our children`s children sit nice?

I sing the song to make the fiend`s strong

King Kong ain`t got shit on me

I train days to rip emcees, I`m peaking

But I still gotta get that cheese

You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees

Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo



[Chorus]

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