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I'm rollin up I'm goin up

My bottle empty so I'm pouring up

2mph do you think I'm going slow enough

My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough

So I take my time I take my take so I don't ever rush

Stack some change for the rain that I won't ever touch

For my sons sons son I'm tryna built for them

So when I'm gone the money just won't stop at him

Pass the money like we pass the weed

Passed some classes now we got degrees

Like Alicia tryna touch some keys

I love my plug cuz he got then p's

From the town yeah I love my town

Swoop my girl from the crib we finna blow it down

Grinding nugs while I'm rolling paper

We found a view, now we blowing acres

Getting stoned like David just kicking it

Smoking loud so we can't hear but don't give a shit

Like Cudi say, lost in the fucking mood

That sativa refeer put her in the fucking mood

I'm rolling I'm going up

My bottle empty so I'm pouring up

2 miles per hour you think I'm going slow enough

My brother told me I would get it when I'm old enough

Like buying liquor smoking swishers gettin high off vapors

My brother told me don't chase them hoes just go after paper

So I did and they came after me

Plus my 16's good like Peyton when he played for Tennessee

And I'm like Magic with them 32s

Classic like Jordan hooping in Carolina blues

Thats how I feel about my Protools sessions

Just let the track burn sorry theses are my confessions