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    Oh
    You did good, $lick
    It's a smash

    [Verse 1]Wonderin' where I been, yeah
    I done transcended
    I done made it up to the heavens
    Even as I'm counting blessings
    Still grippin' weapons
    I know homies out there doing 211's, yeah
    Woah
    I been gettin' death threats
    Still I'm out in the field
    Too many hoes got my name tatted
    You gon' have to show me somethin' else
    Like would you love me on them pills?
    Send me letters in a detox
    Or do me like them other hoes
    Take it all and leave me cleaned out
    I keep watchin' all my fam die
    All these hoes, they be fanned out
    Got no trust for a damn thot
    They couldn't handle what I'm really on
    Pop a pill, get my kidneys going
    In the ville with the semi on
    Hard to stand, so I lean on
    If I'm duckin', let me dream on (Yeah)
    Woah

    Dream on (Turn me up, turn me up)
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on (Turn me up, turn me up)
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on (Let's go, let's go)
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on (Turn me up, turn me up)
    Woah, dream on (Okay)

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    Coming out my motherfuckin' body
    Choppa with me and it's sittin' shotty
    Spoiled bitch with a new body
    In the valley swerving Maserati
    I could never tell you how it feel
    Independent, I don't sign a deal
    Za up in the vacuum seal
    Washing Xan with some chamomile
    Woah, think I lost my brain
    Mortgage on a chain
    Codeine in my veins, yeah
    In the field with the gang, woah
    Northside what we bang, woah
    Get a bitch, get her trained, woah
    Don't know the shake, he ain't gang, no
    Breaking legs on a voodoo doll
    Talk with spirits, I know who to call
    Word is scripture like my name was Paul
    I got razors tucked up in my jaw
    Yeah, turn the city grey, yah, yah
    For my opps, I pray, yah, yah
    Right before they slayed, yah, yah
    PCP the cic, yah, yah
    Fuck her 'til she piss, yah, yah
    Way too lit to live, yah, yah
    Russian roulette click, yah, yah
    Damn, feed the pigs, they won't leave no bones
    Chrome cowboy, Jerry Jones
    I get high 'til I'm all alone

    Dream on
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on
    Woah, dream on
    Dream on
    Woah, dream on

    You know, I remember that one time when I was talkin' to my brother on the phone
    And he said, you know, I know you got Sage, I know you got these people around you
    I know you got your money, I know you got this, I know you got that
    And it's just, you know, naming off a bunch of stuff
    And he was like: I want you to know that I see you
    I don't know what the fuck he meant by that
    I'm like: What does that mean?
    And he was like: You still all alone

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