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[Verse 1: YL] Yeah, clouds of smoke Choke from the fumes Lights went off like ghosts in the room The lights do flash when I make a move (ya heard) Baby girl you got the right to groove Look, shorty came back from vacay with a new shape (damn) Had her titties goin' up like a Tuesday I ain't tryna be rude boy I'm just sayin' I like the way that shit look I ain't complainin' Campaignin' like I'm runnin' for the office Freestyle, I can't even think of what to call this I live the parodies of modern day Met this girl in California but forgot her name Not gon' talk about that you know what I'm sayin', it's too many details (too many details) We was in Pasadena (it was a good time) Fuck it Yeah, pen to paper Recollect debts that I paid for My people keep it silent but it saves more We on the lay low, hover over heads like a halo Haters mold shape like Play-Doh (damn) Chain smoke you stay broke, never came close Let it rain, it's a shame that you ain't know On the train, city bound its that same old Smoke the bag, fightin' over the remains though Old school, old school no Pro Tools It's my life, try to live it with no rules I'm just another young boy makin' grown moves I'm just another young boy with his own views It's Y Yeah you heard what's goin' on Roper Williams on the beats and shit