[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
A long ride to the west
M.O.B. across my chest
Lord, please don't let me rest
Why these niggas wanna test?
Nigga, please give me strength
One time, I don't got friends
Ride this shit to the end
Can't lose, man, I got to win
Juvenile, so I keep 2 Glocks
Flockaveli, I'm that Damu, oc
Light-skinned, tats, gold dreadlocks
Niggas playing cops like Matlock
Aim on point with his scope and his beam
Spray it at your head like oil sheen
Leave a nigga dead, eyes rolled back
Bow! Bow! Bow! Nigga, hold that
Bitch, I’m from the Grove
Where niggas have a hand, they get on the stove
Some pop pills, some take it up the nose
Where niggas fucking hoes at thirteen
Living street life, fuck a hoop dream
Brick Squad. that’s my home team

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
Smoke, drink, smoke, drink, nigga
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