Letras
She see it in me when I barely see it in myself
Sit and dwell the weed ain't gonna bill itself
In a hell-like place my ways don't mix well
With them demons They sleep tight hoping I stop breathing
Or even
Go too deep in my head and start believing
What they're preaching
I got four new beats that Ima kill
This ain't no confession I'm burying this with my deal
And a Remy Martin for liquor appeal
So when they find it
They can delve in to what I'm writing
And pour one out reminisce the old-timers
The foundation did this without patience
They did this with paper and pen
So let me make a quick note how I'ma do the same shit on the regs
Then fuck it again
My old notepad reminds me of the stench
I started writing on my iPhone you call me again?
I'ma bang the fuck out he's the outro then
A quick sample I blend then call my friend
Simple sometimes slaps better than complex
In a world where they see you as a usable object
What if I object? Not one person pretends
To give a shit so keep a vest if you're a pawn in this
On the real though
Why the fuck you feeling like that?
On the real though
I'm seeing you was never like that
On the real though
Fuck about and hold two slaps
On the real though
I've only gone and smashed out this track
How the fuck are we lost when I mapped it out?
Normally I get shit ready and smash it out
Don't waste time as you'll never live this again
You're always gonna think about how you could've risked it then
Your paranoia took charge and made you bitch out
Id never claim to be a spitter if my mum weren't proud
I'm a
High-strung weed abuser
Caught me with a spliff at twelve and yeah I felt like a loser
But
Two years later now everyone's a chiefer
With some weed in their bag like Leafer the green stuff