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[Intro: Lil Duke]

Smokin' Cali Weed

LA Vibes

Wheezy in this bitch with me

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused, stay real boy

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my dick

Ran that shit up, now we rich

We put that money right before a bitch

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]

You want a feature gon' cost you a brick

Thugger he gave me a shot now I'm in

So tired of losing can't do nun but win

Every day wake up, I gotta get in

Pray to the lord and I stay on my ten

Free my niggas locked in the pen

We sip the lean and pour out the seal

You niggas so fake, you don't know nothin' bout real

Labels keep calling, they want me to sign

Talk to my voicemail, I don't recognize

Came from the streets, I was sellin' them pies

Bitch you so fake I can see it in your eyes

I'm not a graduate not from DeVry

You over here but you playing both sides

When it come down I know you ain't gon' ride

I started selling and they started buying

Cooking them burgers and fries

No Christmas Eve, I surprise 'em

See me in public, come try me

Run up, I cock it and fire

See it, I buy what I want

Eat that lil pussy for lunch

I'm her lil Clyde, that's my Bonnie

We steppin' out and we stunt

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused, stay real boy

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my dick

Ran that shit up, now we rich

We put that money right before a bitch

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Man somebody shoulda told 'em that this shit'll get real

That this shit'll get real, that this shit'll get real

When you young and havin' things dog this shit'll get real

Man this shit'll get real, man this shit'll get real

And no I ain't just getting started boy, I been in the field

Stacking hundred dollar bills

Ridin' with some young niggas that know how to kill

Lil bitch saying that she won't

Let her hit the KK once, now she will

Ya'll remind me of Jack and Jill

Ya'll was up, now you going down the hill

I don't ever put my weed up in a blunt

Don't act like you don't know no better

And don't ever ask me to borrow no dope

Then act like you don't owe no cheddar

And shorty keep blowin' up both of my phones

Cause with me her pussy get wetter

Just spoke to my bro who's in the hospital

I really do hope he get better

For sure

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused, stay real boy

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my dick

Ran that shit up, now we rich

We put that money right before a bitch

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist

[Verse 3: Dave East]

Jump out that foreign with paper plates

I don't got the time to take a break

Gorilla without wearing Bathing Ape

Gold on my neck like it's eighty-eight

Smokin' Skittles, bunch of painkillers

Think about quitting like day to day

I love New York, this ain't Flava Flav

Fresh out that Porsche, I'ma take a plane

Dolce Gabanna, the pants suede

I keep a drum like a band playin'

How you hatin' if your man made it?

Presidential rollie, bitch I'm campaignin'

I'm in the field like the special teams

Sellin' records now, I was sellin' green

That bitch ain't know I was gon' sell a dream

Before she woke up I took everything

I done did some niggas dirty

Trafficking sour and Fergie

I prayed to god for a birdie

I would kill for it, now it's billboards

All of her bottoms is bloody

These niggas act like they love me

I'd rather codeine than bubbly

But I had to chill, that shit fucked up my stomach

I made it

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Mama we made it to billboards

Thank the lord, I'ma keep praying for it

They told me stay focused, stay real boy

The streets playing dirty, get killed boy

This shit is for real boy, did all that shit with no deal boy

Niggas is fakin', they gettin' monopoly money

When I was broke

They was just laughin' at me like something was funny

Now I'm at three years on my dick

Ran that shit up, now we rich

We put that money right before a bitch

Knock em off, I'm callin' hits

Now I got twenty whole K on my wrist

Diamonds, my neck, on my fist