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yeah\nSpaceships see me when I'm up, yeah\n\nI been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah\nI'm in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah\nI'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah (yeah)\nI'm in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here\nI got a hundred packs of backwoods\nI can spend the next four months here\nI spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here\nFilled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here\nMask on when I'm outside, drive fast, don't waste time\nAss on my face time, strap on my waistline\n\nGucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn\nGive a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon\nAll that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon\nOnly time I get an L is when I be throwin' one up for the gang sign\nI been a king with the bars but now I can play the guitar and the bassline\nI heard them saying they doing it first, I'm doing this shit for the eighth time\nI used to want a pool, now I'm waking up and I got one in the backyard\nI break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR\nNever went Hollywood, got a house in the hills, I still smack y'all\nNever say no to the blunt, I smoke it 'til it's all the way down to the ash, y'all\n\nI just lit a spliff blew it in a cop's face\nI just hit a switch so they couldn't see the plates\nPull up to the crib, drove past four gates (yeah)\nGave her half my dick, that was all that she could take, ay\nUsed both hands like she tryna say grace (ay)\nSaid amen, then I blessed her face (Amen)\nI don't order by the bag, I order by the crate\nI'mma smoke until the suns blocked, I don't use drapes\nI was really on Cleveland selling raps on tapes\nI had a couple of people with me that I watch turn fake (yeah)\n\nI still keep gorillas with me, I ain't talking 'bout Bape\nI'm a wizard with the potions, I ain't talking 'bout Snape, ay\nI put a bag in my carryon luggage I walk through the airport I'm holding the shit\nSomebody else put their coke in their 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spend on hella drugs, yeah\n[00:55.68] Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah\n[00:58.07] I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah\n[01:00.86] I'm in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah\n[01:03.57] I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah (yeah)\n[01:06.66] I'm in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here\n[01:08.72] I got a hundred packs of backwoods\n[01:10.11] I can spend the next four months here\n[01:11.55] I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here\n[01:14.45] Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here\n[01:17.18] Mask on when I'm outside, drive fast, don't waste time\n[01:19.95] Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline\n[01:23.19] Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn\n[01:25.22] Give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon\n[01:28.28] All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon\n[01:30.93] Only time I get an L is when I be throwin' one up for the gang sign\n[01:33.78] I been a king with the bars but 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