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I'm rollin up I'm goin up
My bottle empty so I'm pouring up
2mph do you think I'm going slow enough
My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough
So I take my time I take my take so I don't ever rush
Stack some change for the rain that I won't ever touch
For my sons sons son I'm tryna built for them
So when I'm gone the money just won't stop at him
Pa** the money like we pa** the weed
Pa**ed some cla**es now we got degrees
Like Alicia tryna touch some keys
I love my plug cuz he got then p's
From the town yeah I love my town
Swoop my girl from the crib we finna blow it down
Grinding nugs while I'm rolling paper
We found a view, now we blowing acres
Getting stoned like David just kicking it
Smoking loud so we can't hear but don't give a sh**
Like Cudi say, lost in the f**ing mood
That sativa refeer put her in the f**ing mood
I'm rolling I'm going up
My bottle empty so I'm pouring up
2 miles per hour you think I'm going slow enough
My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough
Like buying liquor smoking swishers gettin high off vapors
My brother told me don't chase them hoes just go after paper
So I did and they came after me
Plus my 16's good like Peyton when he played for Tennessee
And I'm like Magic with them 32s
Cla**ic like Jordan hooping in Carolina blues
Thats how I feel about my Protools sessions
Just let the track burn sorry theses are my confessions