Letras
All right
Tired of tryna fight demons you preaching
Got some homies that I'm still grieving
You a hoe you say you solid cuz that p**** still leaking
Smoking that gelato pack might get away with a stack
Homies never had a God damn thing in the past
Now I'm about to send them back with a rack just to get they mama out
Delusional music notes kept me pushing for hope
Niggas sell smoke, dope, and blow O's
Profit off of shows, Dollar dream, sleepy notes
And I wish a nigga would have a Vamanos
Proof of my existence
This marijuana dependence
Be fighting off my depression for riches
Lord is my witness have mercy
Told my baby she ain't working that's for certain
This blunt we hittin everyone in this bitch get fucked up off the ceiling
Say my wall is a prison
Dominate the sentence pay homage to no one but God and my niggas
Silence to anybody aint with us working with the system
We the type of niggas grew up with no pot to piss in
Now every verse is maker for healing just like a clinic
They tell me that I'm sick so I spit to know the feeling