[Verse]
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The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco
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I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist
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Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk
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Between my index and my middle finger, its stuck
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Inhale the smoke, take a puff
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Drivin in reverse, proceed to light it up
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‘Matic still Nas to listenin
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Its me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch
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Movin backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood
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As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up
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Text from a bitch sayin, “Eat to going still”
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Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel
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Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas
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Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past
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Speed goin back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash
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Back in the carpool, flippin off 12
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The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells
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Cutie smilin at me, I unthrew up the deuce
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Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two
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On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up
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Or should I think I? Its a hottie
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Goin down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light
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Ima kill em ‘fore the end of the night
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Talkin on my burner cell like, “At he where?”
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Back into a parkin spot, handicap in the mirror
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Car door opens, my nigga out yells, “Woo-Su”
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Windows roll up, Im thinkin to myself, “Who these niggas in this coupe?”
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Back in the store, woods back in my hand
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Sit em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz
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And says, “Nigga my, you thank,” I pass him a coke can
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10,000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands
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Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot
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Walkin up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock
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The key goes back in the lock
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I walk in facin out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch
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This bitch takes my dick out of her mouth
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Stands back up and tells me what her day was about
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We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin B Cardi while she dance
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Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix
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As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace
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She gave me a second hug for the first time
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Walks outta the door back in the Uber as Im cleanin my .9
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I sit it down right next to my phone
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Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin round in a thong
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Woke up tired and went back to the booth
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Sample Gods Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop
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[Outro: Nas]
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Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done
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Pull up a chair, hon, and put it in the air, son
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Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen
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I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin
