Pot Life Jeezy (Ft. 2 Chainz)

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[Intro: Jeezy]
My wrists sick, I'm talkin' tuberculosis
I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
Top down in two yellow Porsches
My wrists sick, I'm talkin' tuberculosis
I'm Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? I been cocky, nigga
My wrists sick, I'm talkin' tuberculosis
I might just, just pull up on Boulevard
Top down in two yellow Porsches
Sky-Dweller, President to Daytona, my wrist got me, nigga
Frank Mills in '05, fuck you mean? I been cocky, nigga

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Look, said I'm workin' my wrists and I'm workin' that...
Fuck, hear a knock at the door
Said I can't even lie, look, I won’t even lie, my heart fell on the floor
I said eject my lil' cousins, sold classic cassettes
And you know we convening
I'm clean while I'm whippin' and cleanin' that Beam
And I ain't talkin' syrup when I'm talkin' my leaded
Woke up in Neiman's, I ain't even dreamin'
Got a deal on some carb and buy some for the team
And I'm Bruce Lee, Roy, Jizzle got the gift
Made a million, off nothin' but Taylor Swift, two-story kitchen
My vision 'Break down the block', I'm on a mission
I told my jeweler, 'Put a hundred karats in the cross'
Snow hit the club like a Christian