[Intro: Big Kahuna OG]
OG
[Verse 1: Big Kahuna OG]
This band practice, nigga, Home of the Brave
I'm home base
Raw dope on the trade, that's always
It's a real rap lifestyle, ya'll still sip that Infamil
Busy feeling out a nich, me I'm strictly bout to flip
Smoke the piff from hand to heels
Kinda fire, might have caught a rasta lit
Richmond nigga, I'm not hard to find
I can taste it when you slip the poison in the whisky
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Slap the shit out you, and throw you in the Rolls Royce trunk
Doing 160 drunk, my trajectory sharp
Laughing maniacally, heh
Underboss hacking the hierarchy
Revenge sweeter with irony
Shawty can you mob, look like candy on her arm
Put the goon in a sleeper while he pissin' in a store
Blew your daddy with speakers, bumping Camouflage Don
A fuck boy, holl us at the Booby Trap, soft
She wanna cop a crib, and go piff in the backyard
Talking bout investing, and doing a vanguard
Sorta kind of secrets that you can get clapped for
Teamwork make the scheme work, that's hard
[Chorus: Fly Anakin]
You got mad on a Saturday
I smoke purp on a bad day
You wasting time with that bag, yay
I need money in a fast way
No rat race, I need a wraith
Get the fuck out my face
You got mad on a Saturday
I smoke purp on a bad day
You wasting time with that bag, yay
I need money in a fast way
No rat race, I need a wraith
Get the fuck out my face, yah
[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]
Searching for light in these dark days
Dream ways to kill niggas counting my pay
It's okay, I fall short of that fake shit
You never pop Cris in your life, why you flexing your wrist
Bitch I'm a rider
Imagine this while staring at my lighter
In the airport, with bricks in the JanSport
Glaring at the kicks that my man bought, we destined to blow
The Google search, it did us wonders, now you come to the shows
But who knows, we could conquer this shit
[?], new plug talk to Papi and shit
See humble niggas like a bad trip, immaculate gift
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Smoke blunt after blunt, crack the [?] on your CD
You ain't gotta believe me, your bitch did
Talking fly on my regular shit, you know the kid
[Verse 3: Koncept Jack$on]
Gods kick it on the [?] flow
Niggas know
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