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I was running up the dope before the dough (North)
You can check the records
Ever since I got conscious, dying was obvious, counting down the seconds
I was left with no options, snorting oxys off a Smith & Wesson
Body filled with narcotics, fuck the optics, bitch, next question (Get the fuck outta here)
Smokin' like I been stressing (Smoke)
Hoes tryna read me, leave 'em dyslexic (Ho)
Get this weight off my chest like I'm bench pressing, ho, I'm big stepping