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[Intro] Ahem Hey Coming to you from a packed studio (Haha) Haha, uh [Verse] I'm goin' in after hittin' this ganja Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama I'm a new millennium Sinatra Coppin' marijuana from the neighborhood Rastas Chiefin', feastin', king of the new school I'm speakin' in tongues, try translatin' voodoo Hold up, let me start again Undefeated shirt, Levi's and a Mr Rogers cardigan It's a hell of a feelin' bein' this fresh Spit seem to sit upon my lips, call it Blistex Peddlin' this medical, the presence of a general Magazine centerfolds, they all up on my genitals Got the game in the palm of my hand, it's itchin' Wylin' out, better talk to your man, he bitchin' 'Cause I ain't got a lot time for these weirdos Talkin' shit all up in my earlobes I just live life, try and do it right Everyone that hear me say "The boy is super nice" Put a bitch up on a flight, she gon' be here by tonight Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe Call me Stanley Steemer, I be givin' her the pipe And when I'm outta town she wanna see me so we Skype She might get obsessed and keep callin' Thirty-thousand feet, Tom Petty, free fallin' Just layin' back, lettin' gravity take its course I wanna tell all of my haters that we made it, boy From basement studios to some official shit From stressed out all the time to I don't give a shit Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm livin' it 412, it's the Most Dope syndicate Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it Try and spend money just to spend and it's ridiculous Young and so mischievous [Outro] Bitches-es And then, uh, Rell wants me to sing a hook like this: A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la La-la-la, la-la A-na-na A-na-na La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la, la-la A-na-na A-na-na