| I’ve been lookin' for a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox heavy til you find it hard to breathe
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| I’m goin' insane. |
| but tell me who is to blame?
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| I’m trynna find a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox envy til you find it hard to breathe
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| But it’s nothin' to me. |
| no, it’s nothin' to me
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| 'Ya all fuckin' with me
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| Runnin' out of money and my chick got me stressin'
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| I’m still growin' up, I’m trynna pick my direction
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| I’ve come to the conclusion not a this my profession
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| Obsession, still sassine, obsessed with perfection (It's hard)
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| And sometimes you need a minute, to take a hard look at your life and who’s in
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| it, I did it
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| And that’s why I’m always nervous, and the only time I really talk about it
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| through my verses
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| The wordsmith, I guess that what’s they callin' me, astonishing,
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| they act like I just went and won the lottery
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| But. |
| it’s far from it, I still got a small budget, my team so mean on the
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| scene, your squad rubbish
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| Ah, I keep truckin'. |
| I won’t let nobody stop me, but don’t mistake my
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| confidence as arrogant and cocky
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| I put 'em to the side. |
| yeah, I’m wearin' out the laundry, you look into my
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| eyes it’s like you starin' at a zombie
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| I’ve been lookin' for a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox heavy til you find it hard to breathe
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| I’m goin' insane. |
| but tell me who is to blame?
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| I’m trynna find a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox envy til you find it hard to breathe
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| But it’s nothin' to me. |
| no, it’s nothin' to me
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| 'Ya all fuckin' with me
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| It’s funny how people change when the monies involved
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| They try to act like they’re friend your friend
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| And they don’t want it at all
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| But really every single second of the day they plot
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| It’s doesn’t matter, just as long as they can make their guap. |
| and it’s hard
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| Meanwhile I’m just smokin' in the corner, callin' restaurants, debating what
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| I’m 'bout to order, a stoner and it never will change
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| They say their clemens like a dispensary was several strains
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| I don’t need even a card to say no medical thing
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| It’s why I go just to relax and get my head in the game, man
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| Holy shit, I’m 'bout to lose it, I do this til they see that I’m the
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| motherfuckin' blueprint of music, 'ya don’t even got a clue, it’s hard trynna
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| keep my mind of that two six ya
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| And to be honest I ain’t tryin' I’m lion and I’m hungry
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| What the fuck you talkin' about a diet?
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| I’ve been lookin' for a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox heavy til you find it hard to breathe
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| I’m goin' insane. |
| but tell me who is to blame?
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| I’m trynna find a place I can roll this weed
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| Heartbox envy til you find it hard to breathe
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| But it’s nothin' to me. |
| no, it’s nothin' to me
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| 'Ya all fuckin' with me |