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[Verse 1: George Yung]

I'm waking up with visions of you sucking on my dick
Every day I wake up sweating and it's still the same shit
Crying clients to the right, I got problems on the left
Fucking hookers every night, I got nothing on my check
I wanna be the King man, wish I was the shit
I wanna be the greatest drug dealer with a Jenner on my dick
Snorting coke off my cock after 6 o'clock
If you were fucking with my shit then you're probably gon' wanna stop
Maybe Slim Shady baby if I was a little less crazy
So till I'm eighty I could make it on the phone
Scamming banks with my clones growing weed up in the swamp
Making six figure hauls stashing keys up in the joint
You know this shit to me is a Miracle
I could've been gone six times since last Fall
The drug game's crazy, they'll shoot you for you dope
And if you're smoking on your shit then your profit's up in the smoke

[Chorus: Kristine Meredith Flaherty]

I need to stop, I been waking up lit, I've been making up shit, I've been spilling my guts
I've been living cloud nine, I've been at it all night, I've been feeling so loved
I'm living out my dreams like every night, it's not as nice

[Verse 2: George Yung]

I got a lot problems I won't be putting down on the track
I got a lot of ammo I could go to jail for the keys in my bag pack
I did so many bad things with this mask on
Everytime I wanna bag trees gotta pack guns
But I got no fucking feelings, and I gotta pay my debt
I'm every bit George Jung with my cigarette
Wet from the Lebanese stashed with the cuddy Ket
I bought with the Fentanyl to fuck up every threat
Barely figuring out i'm running out on the wrong life
Taking every short cut, running every red light
Making a killing with Hash plants not drug dealing
Besides, who needs plans with about a half a million
Taking every shot, letting the Glock deal with the luck
Everyday I'm ducking from a cop
Life ending, serious shit from the front row seats
Mind bending, motherfuckers heavy with heat

[Chorus: Kristine Meredith Flaherty]

I need to stop, I been waking up lit, I've been making up shit, I've been spilling my guts
I've been living cloud nine, I've been at it all night, I've been feeling so loved
I'm living out my dreams like every night, it's not as nice

[Outro: Henry Hill]

For us, to live any other way was nuts. To us those goody good people who worked shitty jobs for bum pay checks and who took the subway to work everyday were dead. They were suckers, they had no balls. If we wanted something we just took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me they never complained again