Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bytch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dikk feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
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