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Love to sell, hate to grow it
 Had great parking, but they towed it
 Tore my shirt and hit the store. Really though, could've sewed it
 'Cause we ain't new to this. We like Vince and Jules in this
 Might bend some rules in this. Might charge by the pound
 Mom's off of Livingston is where it goes down
 It's centrifugal, usual, to pound with the sound
 That make rear mirrors bounce, Dolby Digital
 Baby's jeans bust at seams tight. Canned heat if your cream's right
 She's like, "Give me for no payment or fee"
 Said, "hell no baby, felonies ain't free"
 Always build clientele, that's the ABC's
 Gematria, that's the 123's. All these
 Signs that's stooped up, octagonal shapes
 Tick tock past a block watch. Stop 'till we shake
 Proof gone in a cloud of straight strawberry vape
 This the Saint. Surreptitious are the songs I sing
 Set fires. Slash tires, only in threes
 Hit the highway on a scratch-off, do as you please
 This ain't déjà vu, fucking c'est la vie
 This ain't a romance language, love story
 This a pole dance with no pants and titties no tops
 That turn they necks to rubber like cruisers and cops
 Then quarantine my cash in black high-top socks
 My voice box drops like rain on a window
 Pain like a strain in your endo, you outdoor like cactus
 To get green takes practice
 Sweet like agave. Cool, calm like aloe
 There's valleys and peaks, I still come up shallow
 It's a heat wave, slave to the money, just
 Don't trust nobody. Keep it cool like us
 Never smarten a chump. I'm not involved in cents
 The work you bought your weed with was paying my rent
 Put the same effort in as you was trying to fuck
 You'd find yourself with change. You don't need the luck