[Verse 1]
I come through finessing shit, he mad that I finessed his bitch
Im smoked out my blunt is lit, Im sipping drink, cup full with gin
I told the coach to put me in, cause I hate losing, I just win
So where should I begin, I drop the top, dreads in the wind
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