Sparking up my weed [x4]
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[Inhale]
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[Exhale]
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[Hook:]
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Can't stop and it won't stop
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Yeah you rap but you won't pop
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It's a long shot
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Can't stop and it won't stop
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Yeah you rap but you won't pop
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It's a long shot
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You niggas got a long way to go man
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Nigga it's a long shot
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Yuh
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[Verse 1:]
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I smoke the bombest dro, nigga it's phenomenal
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Nigga now we blow, fuckin' with college hoes
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Niggas playin' dominos, somebody bout to lose they hold
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Rasta flow, my brodee bro Logic know
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We Bobby Soxer hoes, we poppin' though
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These niggas can knock the flow but I'm too in my zone
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Wait a minute though, niggas rather lay up in a ho
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I was layin' low trynna get my head right
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Ready for a change, ran into a dead end
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Turned around and told myself I was finna rap right
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Left life on the next flight, ugh
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Sky's the limit and you dead right
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Dizzy Wright get it every night
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Substance to the game made a name
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Now I got a message for the lames
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[Hook]
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Ugh... pretty much
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[Verse 2:]
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East side til' I die ho
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I could take over the world with my eyes closed
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Legal marijuana patient I ain't worried 'bout 5-0
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Changin' up the new God flow
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Tell me something you alive fo'
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If God died for us, tell me who you finna die fo'
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Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible
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The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle
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Nigga you dealin' with a psycho
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He go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
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In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
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The same year that the police beat up
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On Rodney King and gave us something to fight fo'
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Ight bro, don't push it, I was scared when I couldn't
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And now that I came in I shouldn't
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I'm knowin' my limits, but this the beginning
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And they gon' support to the fullest
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We out here, real rap get them other niggas out here
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You feel that? Fuck that, I ain't givin' out no passes
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Them lazy ass rappers ain't allowed here
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Found here, 'round here with the bosses
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Down here, turn my home to my office
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Spreadin' light like a King, so a nigga standoff-ish
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Always sayin' something when I'm talkin'
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This a message to the nigga sparkin'
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[Hook]
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Niggas trynna play me out?
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Nigga it's a long shot
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Last verse
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[Verse 3:]
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I've been rapping all of my life
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I ain't askin' y'all for no stripes
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I would go toe to toe with any ho nigga
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I ain't askin' y'all for no rights
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Fuck yo platinum plaques, if you gettin' lazy
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I'm takin' off on yo life
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Pick up the pace, as I grace that fight
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Can't relate, he a fake cause he ain't that nice
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Pick up the eighth that night
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Crazy how they praise my life
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Nigga workin' like a slave at night
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(But you hate that right?)
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For my niggas in the cage at night
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This the music that'll save yo life
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(When it ain't alright)
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Left it on a nigga brain all night
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Let it sit so it cook right
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So many people are attracted to the possibility
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Of what it looks like, you hear the hook right?
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I was birthed to be the man, ugh
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But is it worth to be the man?
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I love my life a little too much to hate on your's
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So I work for me and my fans
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When I'm deserving, I still hustle
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Like I have not earned it
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Concerned with not nothing I'm learning
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These niggas ain't been on my level for weeks
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Ahead of my time, let my Legacy speak
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[Hook]
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Cant Stop Won't Stop
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Dizzy Wright |