Chubby Pockets Tha God Fahim & Your Old Droog

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[Intro: Sample]
[?] in on her, and she's on the couch
Oh, it's pretty scary! Stop—
Oh, yeah, you wanna watch this? (Yeah)
Here, turn off the light
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor
Conduc—

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
We on a upwards slope
'Cause damn near all my life, I been the utmost dope
And no matter what they said and all the doubt they spoke
I'd like to make a toast- as I take marijuana tokes
And others in my field, they got no choice but take notes
When I was puttin' in the work, they laughed and made jokes
'Til they seen that I was the real deal, it's not a hoax
As I fulfill my deepest dreams, get cream, and stay afloat
Uh, you can look at all the growth, it's exponential
I can see the unlimited potential; I grab the pencil
Don't try to slow up my momentum, it's no distractions
Only money is the attraction