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Palo Santo
Larry June, Curren$y, The Alchemist
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Sometimes I wonder if this life really meant for me
I got the money and the fame, but is it meant for me?
I used to be in a race with my own freedom
I been through a whole lot, man, you wouldn't believe it
I used to pray that I would hit for a thousand grams
A one way Greyhound out to AZ
A teardrop on my face, them was my lowest times
Thankful 'cause them days really made me me
If you can't do the time, don't do the crime
I'm borderline one of the hottest niggas that'll hit the mic
If you gon' do it, nigga, do it right
SF90 with the chinky eyes
Sock it to my pocket like John Rocket
Laying low, twelve on my back like John Stockton
Gucci link, '88 like who coppin'?
Just for the kit on the coupe cost two dollars
Make a juice in the morning, count a couple dollars
Like the Palo Santo, toss on some midnight
If I ain't getting to it, I don't sleep right
Can't stop now, gotta keep fighting
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The sound of xylophones fill my home
Smoke from the bong, Eastside my time zone
Up jump the phone, hundred spokes, fresh chrome
All a nigga want, but still I'm not done
My Benz come with a cellphone, bitch, it's really on
I had to do it moving, had to back pedal on her
Like I'm busy at the moment, but I truly do want you
You cool up in here, mama, we got eyes on you
Yeah, they shooters, but they cool niggas, they really my homies
Paved the driveway, I parked some Bentleys on it
Done that shit my way, independent only
If it's really money, I'm there in a jiffy hunting
I took everything, them niggas, they ain't really want it
They never been inside the ring with a real opponent
We ain't sparring, I'ma scar 'em up and pick apart 'em
Can't nobody call me off lit, what you call it?
Cry for help, they self-destructive alcoholics
They barely G-League and we playoff balling
Double Ferraris, but that ain't funny mirrors
Bitch, they really in here, and I'm being sincere
We been wearing minks here
Diamond Cuban links, we rinse 'em off in marble sinks, yeah
These slated for twenty-eight, but I got 'em this year
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