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Mac addict pursuing a tax bracket Half-ass it, never be that static Back braggin’ like look at all the hoes you got Then hash tag it it’s magic ya’ fat bastard I rap on the track plastered Relaxin’, on Mt. Shasta – blunted See all the chips that these dudes racked up? Guess I gotta’ grind a little harder though Sippin’ up my starter coat Like where you niggas trying to go? Cause I’m sick of this Lollygagging, hey I’m trying to be meticulous Y’all live life where the mission is I don’t know what the specifics is But, I know I gotta’ get this – so
Lord, give me a sign So, I can relax tonight So, I can relax tonight What’s with all the pain? Is it in vain? So, I can relax tonight? So, I can relax Kick on back
Get paid for these raps He looks shady, in fact Probably parading he sacks Maybe insane with the yak But, I’m the shiniest pearl with that Mercedes and Lacs I’m trying to travel the world, eat some Arabian snacks And maybe paddle ya’ girl Really? Not much time for nut slime Gotta’ bust rhymes and cut lines Fuck minds and unwind Couple of muskets Couple of must he keep cussins Couple of fuck-shits to see whose leaves I’m rustlin’ Baby, where you tryina’ go with that ass? Name is Old Man if you really had to inquire But I’m trying to melt souls if you want to know my past Come along with your tag but you really wouldn’t last All the time I commit Finally it hits Whoops, there it goes Try me again Whoops, now we’re grown Then finally it ends Woulda been nice to know if it’s exciting to win Instead I’m feeling like
Lord, give me a sign So, I can relax tonight So, I can relax tonight What’s with all the pain? Is it in vain? So, I can relax tonight? So, I can relax Kick on back
Stay with it to making these safe digits Play pigeons, it’s why they made isn’t it? Stay ignorant, nigga I’m a grind more Paint pictures and workin’ while they fishin’ I needed to stay vicious You can play with the fools You see-through, over you’re eyes is wool Garnettin’, I’m betting they going back to you wolves Ain’t setting the direction, I’m waiting for fools to move I’mma hit you with that sack shit Not my prerogative but that’s how life bottled it I’m trying to hang with a baller bitch That wished I had a smaller dick But that’s no reason just to call it quits Cause if I’m all in it, my real niggas will follow it And when I’m balling in, we’ll develop a different tolerance Get a medal for getting all the chicks Push a pedal, they watchin’ all us dip, sniff Whatever the fuck they callin’ it Cause I’ll be up there one way or another, but I’m gettin’ hounded by all of you lil’ bustas And everybody just only want you to suffer and And them pills they got control of your mother and When you was down and no one wanted to touch ya But Imma prove it to all of you motherfuckers but… Just the perils of being a brotha Perils of being a G