20 Lights
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Trimming plants, cutting clones I hear clicks on my phone Out here and count 90 grand and I’m shipping it home Six phones, rip set on chrome Bricks I’mma flip, flip till they gone Fuck a money counter, count chips on my own I’m hood rich, I took drips, ’96 I was on I’m getting strong, two guns and a bag of cash I’m a legend where I’m from, you don’t have to ask Stay the state champions Bring the pele back, I wanna taste the champignon Caviar sweet like the ambient Hit the story, buy more bags to put the candy in Keep the smell away ‘cause snitches wanna hand me in Tools on the belt like a handyman Mills, more mills, big rims for the wheels Can’t say, I just smile, give a fuck how they feel It’s take over time, street money running industry Three letter boys wanna see the end of me Death to my enemies, let them die slowly I woke up bored and blew 60 on a Rollie My crib’s huge and my tour bus is smoking Trust me, I’mma live for all my dead homies Ex-cons, parolees, there’s killers in my circle Catching feelings get you hurt, live a killer life, it’s perfect, boy 20 lights
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