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Open fireplaces
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Me and my lady back home from a winetasting
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The scene was crazy, millionaires around shades and trades and saying good jokes
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Helicopters choppin as we smoke
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Plottin on the way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down
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Snipers outside, my compound inside
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We pow wow, been doin this for some time now
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Andretti, most slept on, like yo big homie¡¯s couch
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I¡¯m from New Orleans, you get crapped on and X¡¯d out
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And we like damn, we was just talkin to homie
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Stressed, EMS, threw them covers on em
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But them children already seen ya, 3 in the morning
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Woke his whole family up with that screaming (nightmares)
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Visions of hits, niggas dyin, livin in shit
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I¡¯m just writin bout it like in my anxiety
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Call this like 8 ball, corner pocket
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Drop it
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(Verse)
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Real niggas done died over a bitch¡¯s lies
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I know my brother will ride if ever but never
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The corporation wrote forever even when I¡¯m down
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Play my shit and light yo bong, like throws this on
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We family, I¡¯m there for you right or wrong
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They don¡¯t have to get us all the same weight dog
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Tiozine, sun rooftop, the doja in the wind, my men don¡¯t stop
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You know you tryin to get in
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Dippin up the block with a G like him, these is rare events
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To live another way doesn¡¯t make sense
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Vintage Vineyard
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