[intro] "My friend, Stone IPA everytime?" (Yup Stoone Coold in da GAME) "My friend, cutthroat committe" (Yup, Miami and Mac Dre) "Ok, my friend, tell malz n Lola habibi" (Ok frank. habibi) OK (Damn I should call malz) wait til he gets here? (I ain't finna walk) Nah (see ol smoke buds) nope That's a trigger (3R's.Rehab, Relax, Revamp) [Verse] Liquor store, Grab a couple mo drinks (cheers) Look-a-here-look-a-here, hadn't heard or seen A bigger fiend, til this like 53 year old smoker dude intervened, snaggle tooth black acid washed jeans back kinda bent on the FettaNall lean (burnt as fuck) lookin like he barely blinks (sketchy) acting like he trying to kick it, (ok, what u mean?) It seems he got that good tweed, but never took it out for me to see,(show me) it's more like he's on everything else in between,(homie) He was hella rifling thru his pockets for anything homie (dude, there's NOTHING in your pockets) pat his self down like police, he's lonely (now u seems kinda gay homie) then put his hands up on his knees, funny how he's tryin to breathe (he's doing breathing exercises..they teach that) it look like a panic attack to me (mental health is no joke) I know how those be, he stuffed a whole napkin up n one nostril, cuz he a nose bleed (this dude sucks) burnt buddy (go please) been past awkward (u should get another napkin, u got an overflow) I asked him what did he need, he told me "all I needs is God our Lord and Savior" told him yup, true indeed, then he asked 4 a favor, I Said it Louder Dude What u Need! he said "can I borrow your phone?" my phone is dead and it went to sleep (this guy really can't achieve) now I gotta pretend my phone is dead until this dude leave n gone thinkin to myself (whatever it is, this dude is doing it fuckin wrong) damn where my brother at (whospren?) I lit my bleezy wit match, I guarantee u one thing he ain't hittin my trees (Damn nose running on his ashy lips that actually ashier than his jeans) haha damn (Why haven't this dude left yet?) [Interlude[Sound effects]] he asked me."ya haven't seen messican do? bout dis tall, uh stripe shirt, goes by mustache No my boy. No I don't know or have seen mustache Messican Do Then he was like "ok I'ma cut out be right back. got a dolla I can have?" (A dollar?) I ain't got no money bro. It's all bad Then he was like "Oh alright, its cool. yea I see" (da fuck) Hold up, what the fuck u mean YEA I SEE. (Now your Sos Muchos) get up outta here 4 I fuck u up! "Sorry man my nose tho? (Well. I may have over reacted.prolly. Hmm.) Oh shit there go malz Sup Malz [Malz Voice] "Sup Hype, you been good?" Weirdos out here yo "Whistleblowers man" This your country malz "Yousa Bad Mamma Jamma, No fruitfruit HYPHY Jay" Hell Nah Molly Malz Whospren I'm call Sep. [Chorus [Singing Funny]] Well I.Never! let a dumpster dookie, ever ever get a, single damn dolla, Outta My cheddar.. Never Never I Never let funny nose touch my phone, shit like this only happens in El Cajon.. Outta My Cheddar

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