| First thing when I wake up
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| I say my prayers, then I blaze up
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| A plate of breakfast that my girl chef’d up
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| Morning pretty with no make up, yup
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| Now that I’m woken I’m smoking, layered my body in clothing
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| Chevrolet doors open, Forgiato’s rolling
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| On the interstate like niggas was shooting at your homie
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| Zooming in and out of lanes, booming under U.G.K.
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| Got both my phones with me, hit me if it’s 'bout some cake
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| Soldier about face, I’m colder than ice age
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| I’m polar, I’m frozen, I’m golden, my name say
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| That I’m all about my money, put some racks up everyday
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| In the studio get Pluto high, we lay tracks everyday
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| Mucho loot though, if you grind for it mane'
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| Get some shine for ya' mane', but that money just ain’t gonna wait around for
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| ya' mane'
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| Tell your bitch to roll up something if she ride for ya' mane
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| Otherwise you gotta kick that ho off the side of ya' mane
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| Outside of your mane', tell them niggas that you with
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| Ain’t no more crying 'bout it mane, planning, never taking action
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| Pocket full of lint, wondering why this shit ain’t happen
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| Homie that don’t make no sense
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| Niggas on this side be stacking, every tape a brick
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| And we treat this shit just like it’s trapping
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| And I’m getting rich, you can tell from the strength
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| Of the scent, of what I just lit but I would never pass it
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| First thing when I wake up
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| I say my prayers, then I blaze up
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| Get dressed sharp as a razor
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| And then it’s back to getting cake bruh'
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| Oh mary, mary, mary |