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Catch a wave, now you in the industry ocean\n\nMissing out on your boat\nI been figuring out my own fish, home gets distant\nWe working I'm on the road again\nCold and the spirits is bursting up out the Trojan, man\nFridge full of spirits in the crib\nMirror, mirror, let me hear why the niggas that's the peers see and hear us\nThen mimic the fucking motions, man\n\nKeep the circle closed, let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacs\nFriendly with the chosen, the rest is getting the poker hand\nFace-drinking smoker, it help me duck when emotion jab\nFame is the culprit who give me drugs without owing cash\n\nSipping 'til I melt\nDevil trying me, I'm dodging\nFalling victim to myself, middle finger to the help\nWhen it's problems, I don't holler, rather fix 'em by myself\nWhen it's looking like it's quiet for you, this the shit to yell\nThis the shit right, keep your chin high up\n'Cause when she ain't fucking with you then her friend might\nLet you get up inside, yup, let this shit ride, yup\nYou don't get it rocking like we do on this side, nigga\n\nAyy, ayy\nI blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper\nAnd lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily, daily","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.19] Yeah, man, you know what I'm saying?\n[00:08.38] Already\n[00:09.22] You're crazy for this one!\n[00:12.53] Fresh out the belly of the island into the heart of the city\n[00:16.32] T and them just hit the road, I had Sage and Nak and 'em with me\n[00:20.71] I thought the fauna was pretty, so I approached her(I did)\n[00:23.39] My first apartment was really covered with roaches\n[00:26.51] 'Cause niggas was really smoking\n[00:28.23] Gotta say that, as of late, I been busy with business, mostly\n[00:31.67] Got a tape? 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