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Webber & Williams
Smoke DZA
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OT the Real
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Uh-huh, yeah
You gotta know, you gotta know how you
Wanna go out in the end, you feel me?
I know how I'ma go out
I'm from the get booked, get bagged, get popping
Stack it up in Section 8 and then go whip shopping
My playa never slows down and he ain't with stopping
My brodie caught a body out in Pennsauken
State police is running 'round still asking questions
That's why I talk to God and only ask for blessings
'Cause everybody's fucked up out here, it's mad depressing
Young and dumb, added lessons
Adolescence, was in a bad direction
Nobody came to save me
I came up off a crop of Reggie and 100 80s
You're only playing yourself tryna play me
Who want smoke?
I whip this coke like a tinted up Mercedes
Gorilla goon gangsta but I shows class
Old head's worth a couple million but he smokes glass
I know my smoker won't crack, he just smokes crack
He gets me players now, I got him his own Jag'
And they call for 50s, and they call for 100s
The game don't love us but I fuckin' love it
My bro high, he kept on flashing out his gun in public
Now he doing five for being Perc'd, Xannied up, and blunted
DZA listen here, I can see it crystal clear
We gon' make a couple million if the crystal's clear
We consistent here
Christina Aguilera with the Britney Spears
And I give 'em smoke, DZA here
Crystal clear
At this point we can tally it up, before I disappear
Boxes on deck, I up the different gear
Multiple options of transportation to get it here
Plugged up in Cali, home in the Valley
It all started with unfathomable numbers and a couple addys
They tried to bump it a couple points 'til I got aggy
Shit, you know how they be tryna do us East Coast niggas
First off, you need the clientele to see those figures
Secondly, you can't stop my bag, we go-getters
'04 I was flying shit back
Picking up loads, gotta use passwords
The irony going into compliancy
The storefront from the trap, legally buy my tree
Anything else is uncivilized, minor league
Turn my contact book into a dynasty
You niggas still tryna catch up and be high as me
Never mind, I'm from Harlem, tryna be fly as me
OT The Real, Kushed God
It's all time, you see
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