Feeling relaxed
Pop in an edible
Label say medical won't pay a tax
I think bout my life and the place where I'm at while I'm counting a pack
And of course cuz these niggas be watching me I have to carry a strap
But don't worry relax
I don't got it on me
But I promise you if we got problems then I be like Pat with the Heat
Don't worry dawg I got my options I'm packing a 3 with the Ray
Bam throwing it back seeing LeBron in the paint
Killing a villain making a Herro but ain't nobody a saint
Get out the way we tryna get paid
Don't make it a 20 on one
I don't know if you know bout a gun
But there's only so much I could do
And there's only so much in the tank
And while I be thinking bout bank
I'm seeing your mind on a chase
Not paying attention to pace
Not paying attention to race
That ski cover me like a wood guard
But there's only so much I could take
And there's only so much left for him
The blood is soaking his Tims
Choppers from coppers all started to pop
And he had to be covering shifts
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
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Feeling relaxed
Pop in an edible
Label say medical won't pay a tax
I think bout my life and the place where I'm at while I'm counting a pack
And of course cuz these niggas be watching me I have to carry a strap
But don't worry relax
I don't got it on me
But I promise you if we got problems then I be like Pat with the Heat
Don't worry dawg I got my options I'm packing a 3 with the Ray
Bam throwing it back seeing LeBron in the paint
Killing a villain making a Herro but ain't nobody a saint
Get out the way we tryna get paid
Don't make it a 20 on one
I don't know if you know bout a gun
But there's only so much I could do
And there's only so much in the tank
And while I be thinking bout bank
I'm seeing your mind on a chase
Not paying attention to pace
Not paying attention to race
That ski cover me like a wood guard
But there's only so much I could take
And there's only so much left for him
The blood is soaking his Tims
Choppers from coppers all started to pop
And he had to be covering shifts
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
Pop in an edible
Label say medical won't pay a tax
I think bout my life and the place where I'm at while I'm counting a pack
And of course cuz these niggas be watching me I have to carry a strap
But don't worry relax
I don't got it on me
But I promise you if we got problems then I be like Pat with the Heat
Don't worry dawg I got my options I'm packing a 3 with the Ray
Bam throwing it back seeing LeBron in the paint
Killing a villain making a Herro but ain't nobody a saint
Get out the way we tryna get paid
Don't make it a 20 on one
I don't know if you know bout a gun
But there's only so much I could do
And there's only so much in the tank
And while I be thinking bout bank
I'm seeing your mind on a chase
Not paying attention to pace
Not paying attention to race
That ski cover me like a wood guard
But there's only so much I could take
And there's only so much left for him
The blood is soaking his Tims
Choppers from coppers all started to pop
And he had to be covering shifts
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
You expected a chorus
Ima give it to you like I'm Horus
Cuz you know I'm the man in my city
Only give her the tip if she pretty
Oh you want me to talk bout her titties
Or the things that she do with her booty
I'm sorry excuse me
I thought that you knew me
Writer: Frank Leyva
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