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Good eyes, no No, we ain't gotta stress no more Count it up slow, gas, slow Pounds for the low, call my cell phone No, I don't let shop close Froze, yeah my neck so cold Clones, I'm the connect, start handing out clones Everyday wake up and get stoned I'm talking all natural I'm rolling them bats up now The police don't pat 'em down I see they be down bad I'm rolling up laughing now These fools be sick so when I roll six I don't even pass 'em now Homie don't even ask 'em now Black market, on the east side They boxed up and got rich For that same thing they doing now Homies locked up and I'm pissed In the still boxed up while them white folks get rich So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low Roll up and I trip, make money then I dip Won't ask for a sip, self made like Nip Boys got chick ways, ride waves like ship The game know we good business 'cause we got it like this baby I done made classics, come to that grass you don't even have to count Whole turkey bag, I roll it up fast, it don't even last 'em now Wow, how, now they wan' flag 'em down I do what I want, ain't playing 'em out For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low For the low, pounds for the low We got pounds for the low