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Yeah, yeah
We gon' keep the E in it, Chevies on switches
Say I'd never fall off and I still won't
Say I don't fuck with suckers and I still don't
Still stoned
Stoned on ocean
Right back
Like Brian De Palma wrote it, notable poet
Who The Source Magazine never quoted, not once
But every month another key unloaded, I'm one of the ones
Had to walk that shit down so my younguns could run
Wild, strong, they come whatever the fuck they want
Keep them diamonds on Lucia, she the mother of my son
Rolls Royces, I got choices, just purchased my third one
Laid my jewelry on the mantle, lit a dozen candles
Little champagne as I observe my security cameras
Scanning, peeping 'cause niggas get scandalous
Especially when they think you sleeping
It's not candy rain, out them street sweepers
Can't panic in this time, mishandling, reaching for fire
What's happening niggas outside? (What's happening?)
Element of surprise, ain't no chance to compromise
Rookies disrespecting the game and coloring all outside the lines
I ain't scared of change, I forever stack my dollars high
Nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I'd never fall off and I still won't, nigga
Still stoned, still on
Said I don't fuck with suckers back then and I still don't
Still stoned
Stoned on ocean
Like Brian De Palme wrote it
Notable poet who The Source never once quoted
Smoking weed in it, girl don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
I said keep the E in it, Chevies on switches
And we smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me round your nigga
That shit dead had him suspicious
We hitting switches on Chevs, highway dealing
Yeah
Loose lips sink ships, my shit ain't sinking
Yeah yeah
Three cubes of ice
Still stoned
