Lyrics:
roll by, I got nothin' on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I'm loped up with two braids in my hair
All star with the khaki suit
I'mma fuck around
they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it
I don't phone home, I phone homies
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment
all the happy people stop to say hello
(get outta my way)
Even though the temperatures low
Its a perfect sunday morning in my quiet little mountain town
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
they scary (scary)
When we start spinnin' niggas' blocks, they telling (pussy)
Got your baby mama in a yolk (yolk)
I don't smoke weed, I sell dope
on za, make me zoom
Just got off, ahh, 'bout to go stu
I don't even try, I just be doing
I can't even lie, look me in my eye
Look at my life, look how I'm
in college for about another 100 years(LEAVE ME ALONE!) but I never wanted it to be there
alimony PALIMONY don't get too drunk in vegas
AT LEAST NOT
Hoping it would hold me
Same ones that hoed me
Trying to be my homie
Claim to be my brother
But they quick to turn Loki
Thats why I stay low key
You don't
minutes
You grow by depending
I'm growin' dependent on me and the part that I play in my mission
No way that I'm missing
I get it and permanently put
in my door
Where ever you go keep one eye open at all times
Cause you can get got or even get popped
From hood to hood it ain't all good
You
blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna
takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get
the clit in your soul till you gush
Like Molly Bloom beyond all the doom in a spiritual epiphany
Bitch dont get mad at me
Learn to handle the rush
It's
the sky
And get high with your bong or your Philly or dutchess give me a light
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke
around
But sometimes silence is the loudest sound
We used to talk on the phone everyday
My heart had nowhere to go, your heart let me stay
Funny how what
mami's the chills
Bitch please! and you ain't never seen a hotter nigga in the game
12 years selling records by the mill, see'mon now
Let's work (huh
Get high with me
Keep your eyes low tide when you vibe with me
Come take a ride with me
I got designer weed
A different kind of fiend
Rolling top
nigga, break your bigger brother out"
I got a message for the warden
I'm comin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gordon
We get surrounded in the mess
a lunatic, I say realistic
Beware of their politics
It's sick as the sick get
The son of a Panther
See pain in my mama's eyes
'Cause nobody thanked her for
Tsunami strike, tidal waves, niggas its surf up
Sav Killz mothafuckas, don't let me work up
Streets is my home, 85ers get served up
Just get in and let's go for a ride
I said, don't you wanna get in my
I said, don't you wanna get in my
I said, don't you wanna get in my
'96 Range Rover
still go get paid (Ima get paid)
Blunt smoke in the cold night
You ain't tryna run no fade
(you ain't want no smoke)
Lunatic in my soul right
Don't you
close your eyes
And imagine your partner totally unclothed
(Let's play a little game)
Nude, in the butt, bare to the flesh
Now get as close as you can
lowest Valley
Or Rocky Mountain High
We are by your side
If you'll ride we'll ride
If you ever feel like you Want to Die
Please don't try. I will stay
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