[Hook: Nick James]
[Verse 1: Nick James]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: The Jacka]
...Stupid lit
Me n Slick pour a half a brick
Hit the 101, then he chase it with the cancer stick
Twenty dancers in our cribs, takin' chances mailin' kicks
But my tree so strong you'll lose a lung when you inhale this sh**
All my n***as shown to carry guns and wanna down the kid
Bring you to the light, 3 pints in my cargo pants
b**hes love our life, don't get high then you not our friends
With my n***a James, 3 dice finna crack ya head
We just save our ends, then blend in, 'til the package ran
I be in Prague, that's the UK
f** with the Mob they dont watch TV
Then go to Melk, they love the JA
Then knock yo a** down the first time you don't pay
Your lame conversations we don't entertain
Fly to Atlantic then we land in Maine
Same day we touch overnight in c**aine
I make the drop then fly right back to Spain
Damn I'm the n***a, international bull
Checkin' my bank tryna (?)
Trippy Stix full of wax takin' a pull
d**h to the cats who was hatin' before
d**h to the snitch who forsaken (?)
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