Produced by: Payozo I’m loose to pin up on a paper, hand it, lend it then I take it just Chicas caught the vapors, steady ballin’ like the Lakers ‘cause [?] catch your feelings, all the snitches had this bullet rush Dealin’ ‘til he killin’, set the militants appealin’ plus Guess he can, not pressioning, confessionin’, interessionin’ It’s like we goin’ deaf again, working like a Mexican I’d rather be [?], tuck it in my jeans ***** Proud to keep a [?], what the **** you mean *****? See I was broke and bummy, never had no hope and money Took a smoke and took a [?], took it, took it, took it from me What the **** you wantin’ from me, ‘cause I got nothing to give Except my **********in’ life that I live I got the bank account, but think about, the funds, that’s the positive As quick as he comes, it’s like as quickly runnin’ out of it Not proud of it, but get the money, ‘cause son I’m soon to be rich And give a **** when apparently still [?] Ay yo my mellow my man, my mellow my man It’s mic check, catch breath with the mic in your hand Take ‘em high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high Ay yo my mellow my man, my mellow my man It’s mic check, catch breath with the mic in your hand Take ‘em high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high I hear ‘em talkin’, pimpin’, they like who this Cudi ***** I’m not appear to me, an enemy or what you aim Now you can tell me nothing, but I will show you something A picture painting using colors you never seen And on that TV screen, it’s [?] Dodgin’ poppers and coppers, we keep the money green I remember Cleveland nights and ‘bout the nights I couldn’t even walk up on her, even talk to chicks I really like And I was still the same except my name ringing bells The girls that hated wanna do me ‘til my balls swell Or at least ‘til they empty, I see you schemin’ sweety But honestly I like to entertain the love And make a ***** feel good, ‘cause of where I’m from A lotta girls hated decide to come, but models don’t See this a method to my man [?] You hear this book rapper’s my [?], significant other I’m at the all is spittin’, yeah she in love with a brother I wasn’t near twenty gram, yeah that’s to my brother Hey, he like to waste some, hate to build a foundation And why I waitin’ he waitin’, I speak to grillers hatin’ this And on the **** y’all need to do right at the moment Is vibe out with your ***** and take a [?] And on the **** y’all need to do right at the moment Stop baby [?], and pass to **** a hoe man Ay yo my mellow my man, my mellow my man It’s mic check, catch breath with the mic in your hand Take ‘em high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high Ay yo my mellow my man, my mellow my man It’s mic check, catch breath with the mic in your hand Take ‘em high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
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