Lyrics:
bout no shit
Like good weed I just hit
Yeah I'm a die without it
See all them J's you got on you gon die without it
And All dem guns that you got you
turning back now this shit on smash
Influenced by the reefer but
I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck
With Spitta for a weekend
You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
Nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up
Now we get flew from
just to get on by
It's a vibe, as I spit this rhyme
I smoke weed just to feel alright
It's a vibe, nah, I won't lie
I need the drug before I socialise
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off
the ones doing time
For only trying to get some money when it was tough to get by
I'm not seeing how their weed is any different than mine
The 4 joints i
up by the J's
I been feelin' really down, I tell that hoe to give me face
I told that hoe to give me necks, told that hoe to give me brains
Damn, her
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name
[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the rents was to blame
For life is
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
way home
Too self destructive
Why’s it something I can’t help
I saw my life flash by
like it was my last breath
Where are we gonna go
Blinded by
the background,
I zigzag all through the town,
In broad day, like white owls, let bygones become by nows,
That mean by now I'm on the ninth cloud,
Air surfin'
weed since fourteen (since fourteen)
Smoking weed right by the sea (right by the sea)
Neck on freeze, 32 degrees (yeah)
Step 23s, J's on my feet (oh, oh)
change
Sometimes I feel I've got a couple people I can't shame
Still rolling weed in a pair of J's
Gettin' ashes all over my favorite jeans
I ain't mad my
change
Sometimes I feel I've got a couple people I can't shame
Still rolling weed in a pair of J's
Gettin' ashes all over my favorite jeans
I ain't mad
get much higher
Yeah
And if you don't know by now, I smoke weed
Hahahahahaha
How Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain't gonna give me the laugh
un big up au bled
Dans l'autre un big up aux jeunes des cités HLM
C'est pour les mecs avec ou sans
Permis des Loki dans l'box la weed dans le coffre et
like a cop tho
Hit the J off my pass like I'm Rondo
Play my sound and I said that's all I know, all I know
Dropped out now I'm chasing dough, chasing
weed
I hit the j one time then I hit it again
Then I hit it one moe and started coughin and shit
Damn, this aint no regular weed
But my mentals they be
Snot
Now you got some
Get some! Just got
Blasted by the jizzum
And I'm still rollin' phat
Even in the Geo Prizm
Yo Jim, you know
What time it is, quick
J.I.M.M.Y.
Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name?
DipSet, Byrd Gang
Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up
the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
It ain't shit bitch believe that
Suckers claiming they paid
They can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like
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