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Lyrics by：E-40

Composed by：E-40

Ballin' got a blunt rolled full of og

Double lean cup can't catch me

Grey goose to the face

And I'm 'bout to go up into space

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone

3-2-1 I'm gone

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone

3-2-1 I'm gone

3-2-1 I'm gone outta here

My screen cracked on my phone thug

They try to foreclose my home take it

Now I'm gettin' my bank all long I'm back

Take baby steps stay safe longevity

Legends ain't built in a day work

Quarter platinum plaques in the hallway money

Not frank sinatra but I did it my way mine

Cut the top off the coupe that's surgery serious

Must be blind deaf dumb if you ain't heard of me

Versace versace I did that in the 90s

With 2pac and hort and the click and k-ci from jodeci

Big face crown on my wrist rolex

Finish face designer necklace corey

Big chubby n***a but I'm d**e saucy

You can't see me with a telescope bossy

Got a blunt rolled full of OG OG

Double lean cup can't catch me catch me

Grey goose to the face

And I'm 'bout to go up into space

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone

3-2-1 I'm gone

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone

3-2-1 I'm gone

I keep it straight like a bantu bantu

I keep it straight like 1230 1230

I f**k over your b***h hairdo

If it's curly I straighten it

If it's straightened I leave it curly

I use baking soda for the recipe

If you mixing with me you get an extra key ha

And if I wasn't an only child only child

My parents would have had an extra g

Comma-zero-zero-zero-comma-zero-zero-zero

Got dinero on dinero man d**e boys is my heroes

I got jewelry like a pharaoh

I still get it for the l-o

And it's hard for me to let go

And it's hard for me to drive

Gettin head and gettin high man I make that p***y echo

Known for hit and runs so I hope you got that gecko

Put it in yo muthaf**kin face like a freckle

Got a blunt rolled full of OG OG

Double lean cup can't catch me catch me

Grey goose to the face

And I'm 'bout to go up into space

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone gone

3-2-1 I'm gone gone

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone gone

3-2-1 I'm gone gone

Slid in the function by my lonesome lonesome

Left out the function wit yo woman woman

Pockets deeper than the red sea peep see

Quarter million worth of jewelry jeweller

Banked up hella scrill when I take a shower

F**k a towel b***h I use a hundred dollar bill

I'm feeling how I'm posed to feel

Off the sauce I'm a boss boss

Tryna f**k on every bad b***h

I come across 'cross

Loyal to my soil purple bag crown royal liquor

La confidential sprinkled with the hash oil wax

What is you money motivated

Where you be in the streets

Like bullet-shell casings bow

I'm crack nasal candy on the microphone d**e

So much gas I need to own a chev-a-ron

She on like a light-switch y'all switch y'all

On a pill I ain't talking tylenol b***h

Got a blunt rolled full of OG OG

Double lean cup can't catch me catch me

Grey goose to the face

And I'm 'bout to go up into space

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone gone

3-2-1 I'm gone gone

Like a countdown 3-2-1 I'm gone gone

3-2-1 I'm gone I'm gone