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Puffin' the Dragon

To whom are concerned

Don't take me vain

I plowed a hard road for people like Little Wayne

I put it all in place

To have it taken away

And live in ridicule and grief, dismay

Before my face got stubble

My house burned to rubble

The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble

Journalists asked what I did with my money

I gave it to the needy

Not that greedy, I'm Quik

I do it like I wanna'

Something like the South of France

I want to hear the thunder

Now open up the ceiling, ask the valet

Pull the roof off

I want to feel the feeling

So let the raindrops kiss me on my Angelic face

I'm such a sport, had to ask the turtle

Was it a race?

And now I yield for the snail's pace

Cross town traffic in a haze

I love this place

I'm up and I'm at it

I guess I'm just a musical addict

I like it when my life is automatic

I'm summoning Magic

I gotta avoid it when its tragic

So call me when you need a new gadget

I'm puffin the dragon

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas

We drunk and we niggas

They pay us, We playasBetrayed to the point where i pop my trunk

But why me?

Go to prison and send heaven a punk

I was the star of the show

But that turns your friends against you

Hence, they'll never get another opportunity since you

Salon shop talk now, Days are jaded

They ask a thousand questions

While im getting my hair braided

Staring at me funny

Counting one dollar bills

Greed is a sin but ignorance kills

And LA can be a very cold place at times

Alot of different drugs

No universal mind

On the same page of alot of different books

I swear that this could be as fun as it looks

Cause when you ride em right

You get the fun in the sun

But if you stab the [?]

Got one and your done

On the surface its calm

The naked eye can't see it

But the undercurrents there

To steal a body if needed

So be it

I'm up and I'm at it

I guess I'm just a musical addict

I like it when my life is automatic

I'm summoning Magic

I gotta avoid it when its tragic

So call me when you need a new gadget

I'm puffin the dragon

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas

We drunk and we niggas

They pay us, We playasRose Hills filling up with all of my friends

Emotions I can't show em

Im just keeping it in

Got alot of living to do

Avoiding the laws of the land

The grim reaper got the scythe in his hand

So its party on the stage

While playing everything

Scratch the record

Throw my hands up

Make everybody sing

Still the one man band

Still a Hip-Hop fan

A producer from Old Spruce

But with a mic and a band

Im not as passionate about it

But i hit now and then

Not naive to envy that fills the hearts of men

Im a G from the streets

But i need a new letter

One that announces my power and describes me better

Im a Q from a composition writer

I see it all in high lighter

From the perspective of a biter

So Drake I owe you a line and Diddy you too

Canada, New York and Compton lets get a brewI'm up and I'm at it

I guess I'm just a musical addict

I like it when my life is automatic

I'm summoning Magic

I gotta avoid it when its tragic

So call me when you need a new gadget

I'm puffin the dragon

It's fried chicken in back of the wagon

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas

We drunk and we niggas

They pay us, We playas

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