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One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign To my campaign, to my campaign Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed To my campaign, welcome to my campaign Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed I say my mixtape better than your album How come? Really, you was better off without one Sideline haters, they can’t tolerate the outcome You the runner-up type, me they cannot outrun Sit yo whack ass down, come up up down some Take a fuckin valium, now dj crank the volume Tell ‘er like: keep your head steady I’m about done Passed out, please don’t wake me up until the ounce come Uh uh, I’m in the hood like an obama sticker I’m from the hood, you a neighborhood watch nigga I ball through it, a major look watch nigga Huh, pissin niggas off like swat sticker One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign To my campaign, to my campaign Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed To my campaign, welcome to my campaign Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed Okay, I’m bangin’ With my ace, he just be the case So we got liquor by the crates, yellin’ fuck the state I guess that you can’t say it’s fake That we made it from the bottom of the bottom With somebody, yea we shootin’, but don’t nobody know we shot ‘em I just point, a angel’s got him I hope that lord embrace him I swear to ya’ll, the streets are here That’s why I got my pistol sayin’ If we don’t make it then it’s back to doing devlish things Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem Death to my opponents, this is crowning moment The live we live, it can’t be rented, boy you gotta own it I’m feelin lethal, sippin’ brandy that moisha You saw that bust uppercut inside the flow with you One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way Chronic, chronic, chronic, roaches in my ashtray It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign To my campaign, to my campaign Same lifestyle, ain’t a damn thing changed To my campaign, welcome to my campaign Same old lifestyle, ain’t a thing changed
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