All In My Mind
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Property of potenness, baby I'm the potenness
Fuck Webster's dictionary, I define what poten is
Smoking on that poten shit, higher than a floating blimp
And all my jewelry first place, what's that? Gold as shit
Got that shit, roll that shit, don't hold that shit, smoke that shit
Shout out to every smoke alarm, but still nigga, smoke that shit
Got that drink, pour that sip, double cup, hold that bitch
Taste the greatness ho, embrace the fact you moving slow as shit
I'm dope as shit, fuck them niggas
And I'm cocaine honey, so fuck your feelings
Shout out my last kings, with bad queens
Fat ass and jeans, she got fat ass genes
Niggas talking 'bout swag, don't even know what swag mean
My watch dancing in the dark, I'm Bruce Swagsene
Fuck your life, it's YM
CM, try them, buy in
Credits roll, lights please, grab your coat, good night, peace
Last night I swear I passed Luther, Whitney and Mike some weed
I swear, leggo
Kush God on the check-in
That one being rolled, no Reginald in this motherfucker
I got you Millzy
You know I'm smoking kill, 'bout to roll me up a Louisville
Nigga higher than my light bill in the
Summer, but I handle my duties still
But fucking with them bud brownies got me tripping
Keep telling myself I ain't high
But steady answering my own questions
Woke up in my brother's Mercedes, snuck
In the crib, I was looking real shady
Smoking on loud, you could call it M-80
Shit my old lady be thinking I'm crazy
But I'm just loaded baby, maybe some turkey wings hold the gravy
Little bit of neck then I be wavy
Have a nigga feeling awesome, been flossing
From the Dirty riding way down to Slauson
Good in the NO2, and everywhere in Canada like Tim Horton's
I been sparking, super strong shit have my friends barking
Somewhere in the clouds where I been lost in
Bullshit out the door, this the ends talking
As I sip sip, slurp out the ice cup
Probably dogging out something you 'bout to wife up
Especially if the neck right
Space mountain baby, you get direct flights
JLR, Jet Life, high as fuck, thought I seen that nigga Hud twice
Rest in peace my nigga
Youngins praising niggas who was snitching
It's fucked up but I don't blame 'em 'cause we grew up different
Big Dutch, big cup, it's mixed up
And what's inside of these thick as fuck
I gets my live on, yeah I'm living
And not a single fuck am I giving
Rather empty mine before I give in
Never losing, forever winning
And my women, like women, that like men, and like women
Smoke lemonade, crush lemons, crush the boat ride and crush Lennon
Double up on them styrofoam cups, it's time to pour up
Sipping on that Texas tea, rest in peace Pimp C, bitch hold up
Don't know what sober feel like, drink 'til I get real high
My niggas rolling that poten shit
Light it up and then smoke that shit
Mills you call them hoes up, I'ma pour a four up
Sit back with my cup, play PS3 until they show up
This a day in the life, of a real nigga movement
You either with it or not, if you not keep it moving
Man I'm just riding and cruising, with your girl and she foolish
I told her to hit that head and she looked at me like she clueless
I'm on a mission, mission, and it's Young Money over bitches, bitches
Paper call and I go get it, money on my mind all day
If you sleeping you ain't eating so I grind all day
Racks out, throwing stacks out, I shine all day
Then we roll it up, pour it up, we high all day
But I just keep telling myself
I just keep telling myself
But I just keep telling myself
I just keep telling myself