#sweetaromatic

I got to laugh to keep me from crying

I got to shine, bitch bring me my diamonds

You gotta kill me to keep me from grindin'

Whats that ejectin' that ain't no rewindin'

Used to be uptown where you find me, now I'll be ducked off like I'm hidin'

Bitches hear BONES like, "Where did you find this?"

Fine wine, I get better with time

She said she fucked me, that bitch a liar

She said she love me, I won't deny it

I crack a can like I'm Stone Cold

I'm coming down like Sting in his prime

You visit hell when you look in my eyes

Take you to Howell the M-59

Buckshot to the back of the spine

Countdown like it's '99

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I pick up a pack of woods and pray, I hope they all good

I pick up my feet and step on beast and now my team all good

I dropped out at 16, had to freak it now we all good

"Ricky that's a ticket" I know bitch trust me we all good

Limousine my hearse, I want a partition up and pass away

Mr. BONES a groundskeeper, like to flick my ash away

If they knew what I got planned, the feds would throw my ass away

For tonight I hit your broad day, then dip and hit the matinee

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Pick a blunt, it's double stuffed, come try me if you dumb enough

I'm spittin' like I'm Triple H, I slam you like it's Tough Enough

Mask on my fucking face, I heard what they all had to say

I chuckle, motherfucker could take my sound but could never take my place, hey

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I pick up a pack of woods and pray, I hope they all good

I pick up my feet and step on beast and now my team all good

I dropped out at 16, had to freak it now we all good