Y'all niggas know what it is
Just another one for the neighborhood
All my niggas smoking good
P.A., one time
EightBall, Craig Love (yeah)
Press the button

[K.P.]
Look like marinating time as I check my watch
I work up and tallied up, time to close up shop
Look like the competition ain't closing yet
We seasoned vets, you motherfuckers pose no threat
Got a whole stack of bread, a pot full of cabbage
Enough bricks to build a house, not a mansion, but bigger than average
As I dig into the leather while the street lights hit
Razor blades, sharp creases, and some smell good shit
Oh, here the wind blows, roll up the window
Suffocate from that green presidential for sure
College Park, its about time that I head for home
Sipping Hen as I corner bend dusk to dawn

[Jazzy Pha, uncredited]
When the sunshine falls, its a whole 'nother world
And we get how we get, and we do it how we do it
And it's on, to the early morn'
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