Blunt Blowin
[Verse 1]I live it up like these are my last daysIf time is money, I'm an hour past paidUgh, gunpowder in my hourglassNiggas faker than some flour in a powder bagYeah, I put it down like my hands hurtingI'm on a natural high, but I land perfectSome of us are lovers, most of y'all hatersBut I put up a wall, and they just wallpaperSo love or hate me, I stay hate-freeThey say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake meI got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathersAll hail Weezy, call it bad weatherI stick to the script, I memorize the linesCause life is a movie that I've seen too many timesYou're on the outside looking in, close the blindsAnd they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermindI've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrongHello Weezy, welcome home, yeah
[Hook] x2I'mma blunt blowin', Polo drawers showin'I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass niggaWith my money growing, no matter where you goingYou don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[Verse 2]Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitchesAll about my riches, my name should be RichardCut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissorsLife is a choice, and death is a decisionTimes have changed, but fuck it get a new watchI still got the vision like a line between two dotsYoung Money's eating, the label getting fatterAnd yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'emI'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die youngEverybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy oneMan, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumbShoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't humYea, big money, big money, deep pocketsMoney talks, and motherfuckers eavesdroppingBunch of bloods, you could call it blood clottingEastside, MOB Piru Damu
[Hook]I'mma blunt blowin', polo drawers showin'I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass niggaWith my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga
[Verse 3]Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusherSee y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcherI do it for the money, man I am such a hookerAnd freedom was my girl, until they fucking took herYou can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelidsBut I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprisesWhy that, why this, why you on that why shit?Motherfucker ask me why, I say YMBeach bum, call me Ocean Drive SlimDrop the top, look up and make the sky grinYoung Mula, skinnies and some SuprasBelly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker
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[Outro]I've been gone too longTrue or false, right or wrongHello Weezy, welcome homeIt's Young Mula, baby