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Endless
Dave East
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I go to sleep stressed, wake up it's the same shit
A stand up motherfucker meaning I can't sit
Down while these clowns filling up the circus
Do everything on purpose, you living out a accident
What do you do when both pockets stacked with lint
Knowing the rental office ain't accepting half the rent
Whipping a hoopty, inspired when I pass a Bent
Upgraded to classic, couldn't tell you where average went
You tossing all of your paper to see them ladies strip
I take a trip to Jamaica to make them ladies kiss
Both hands under some grams, had to make em flip
I'm number one, you number two, always taking shit
A lot of time spent brainstorming
Sat back and observed, could see the game forming
Smoking sour D with some bitches that ain't boring
Old school on the block with the heat like A. Mourning
Niggas hating, I just take it as a compliment
How could you be a hundred giving ninety-five percent
OG kush appetize an Italian shrimp
Ounce of haze, couple of condoms in my survival kit
I seen pounds galore, put six on the board
Cause every time I touch down, I score
You want it, it's going down for sure
Slide up on him while he tryna buy a dutch, gun down the store
My possibilities endless, the whip is
Campsite tented, rubber band tight, I like to spend it
Disregard the law, ran lights, fuck a ticket
Plan it right, no wife, my life is loving riches
Feeling like Mitch in that brand new Saab
No bike but I can handle bars
Up early in the morning, like I got me a brand new job
Ordered the flow, no shipping and handling charge
MAC-11 on the dresser, extended with compressor
Life is a bitch and I already undressed her
Kush smoke following each and every endeavor
Unfamiliar with pressure, these niggas could never measure
Closet full of kicks, zipper full of sour
Bang like Blake Griffin from the Clippers with the power
Pocket full of ones, I've been tipping for a hour
I'm tryna make it rain with a stripper in the shower
Went from having to pray for a feature
Stressed out, every day lighting reefer
Best out, while you left out in the bleachers
My bitch cooking breakfast with eggs out like its Easter
I go to sleep thinking bout a billion dollars
Might've grew up in the hood but you still a coward
Sour like the Holy Ghost, I can feel the power
Ain't online in the stores but you still a browser
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