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[Verse 1] 88 carats on my gold face, shining like the golden state Ridin on daytons, banging for my whole race All black, no blanks Spacings on my ball cap, playin like we all stacked Aces, new money all black faces Tell them bummy niggas fall back Bases, play never broke, we gon forever blow Blue weed, blue money, Blu do it better for Hoes on my level know I shine like a bezzle bro, bro Treasure will forever glow Them specials be especially special to She knew it, she tried to hold me back but she blew it My partner bought an old school Buick and let me cruise it Was sittin in the liquor store wonderin what the fuck was I doin And thank God it was music nigga, then I'm home [Hook] Gonna take a miracle Cause by now I know I need you so Hope that you can catch me when I fall I know that you can catch me Catch me when I fall [Verse 2] Good golly, hood got me got me started on that [?] Bliddy in the memory from last night, dizzy yo 80 shots of Henny, took an eight of my memory on my cellphone Telling this chick, she could forget me I was so stoned, taking this ho home, no phone Hand signalling niggas, like I don't roam Playing that postpone on em for the fifth Niggas played Soul Provider 60 times in the whip I'm like homes ain't never sold dope, He ain't never seen crack He ain't never had to tote, what he think that he G for? Them niggas need PO's to be dope, please folk Ya got the game crushed you need dough Live from the 53-0, from out the weed smoke and henny we pour I emerge for all my people who ain't never seen the world like me Still ain't forgot where I'm from, but now we back like the Prodigal son, I'm home [Hook] [Verse 3] I stay payed every first of the month Dropping 100 on them meals for the times we couldn't pay for a lunch We live the life niggas couldn't live once, twisting up, getting drunk Pushing the young, pushing my lungs to the fullest extent, with the goodest intent, 'til the hood is content I only put it on the hood cause I'm bent She came out the bar pushing a bent, I came out the bar pushing a pent But go together like pepper and mint, Christian but she never made it to lent My money made a denim, still I never knew what made lint, it make sense right? Now make dollars 'til you get your shit polished like a new whip Models on the tip like weilers on the fence or impalas on the strip Had the keys to the city since a kid my nig, I'm home [Hook] [Outro] "In a year that has been so improbable, the impossible has happened!"