You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Brother hasn't been dead for long
Look, there's still some color in his face
His soul is probably still at the gate
I just have to pull it back
The same way he did
Uh
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like
Noon time, Alaska on the turnpike
Maneuvering mind, GT5, my nerves is ice
And I wouldn't change none of it in hindsight, believe this
'Cause if I wouldn't have been that, then I wouldn't be this
Inspiration for niggas who out there chasing that paper
Walkin' the walk and runnin' over them haters
Outline it in chalk, that conversation is deaded
'Cause I'm living for the loot and you wasn't talkin' no bread, bitch (I just have to pull it back)
Cake all layer-ish, player all Himalay-erish, got the 420 vision
Rollin' doobies up, rollin' doobies up, up in the incision
Moroccan furnishings, projection screen built in my ceiling
I spit the picture so vivid because I'm really living
This Jet Life, tennis shoes and tuxedos
Them other fools ain't fly, they fuckin' mosquitoes
Don't work, they just cry and whine (I just have to pull it back)
Fuckin' pinot grigio, you need to get on your grind (The same way he did for me)
Stack a stack of dead people that done done some presidential time
For that cash, I brung a claim tag, this is mine
Fuck you doin' with that dough?
AZ holdin' the baby, peepin' the whole scene, I'm 'bout to blow
You know?
I just have to pull it back
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