Bed Rest (Freestyle)

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You already know who the f*ck it is man 
 Taylor, 
 Uh, smoke kush so I ain’t got no stress 

 Stunnin’, it ain’t no contest 
 Diamonds all in my Rolex 
 Cuz I go hard like P90x 
 See you dudes copying our moves 
 now you followin’ our steps 
 Little kids just in the mirror, tryna’ flex 
 Speakin’ of flex, shout out the flex 
 And everyone else that said do this next 
 Tell these lame niggas cut the check 
 Try to rest now try the best 
 Gangsters, trippy niggas, all here with me nigga 
 My weed’s so strong, my brain so gone 
 Outer space, solar oh 
 My chain, polar oh 
 My bank, so long oh 
 Like I was playing poker, oh, poker oh 
 My face all on the tele, so fuck what they tell me 
 I always keep it real, cause people love the real me 
 They ran up on my bus, cause police said they smell me 
 So me and LOLA blow and smoke in LA 
 Flossin’, straight bossin’ 
 Take strands, we cross ‘em 
 My chains, ay, 
 They cost ‘em 
 They haitin’, we awesome 

 Throw back on thinking 
 Lately I’ve been thinking 
 I’ve been partying too much and living like the weekend 
 And then I think bout what my life could be 
 That’s when I pour another drink, and light this weed 
 You really sure you wanna grow up and be just like me? 

 Chorus: 
 They say, say I’m livin’ it 
 I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it 
 Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters 
 They sick of this 
 I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it 
 Dat, dat paper, dat pa-paper I’m gettin’ it 
 Dem, dem haters, them, ha-haters 
 They sick of this 
 I’m all about it, they all about it, we all about it
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