Bongs in Peace

I don't wanna roll in peace I

Smoke cones outta bongs till I fall asleep

I don't smoke cones discreet I smoke bongs till I'm dead and they call me deceased

little cunt ciggy buts drinking outta henny cups

I got many buds

Frees on beats I trap with anyone

We theive on the streets till they say keep it steady cunt

I reside in the West with bags of buds packed

A single stick the surrounds my nutsack

Smoking outta the Gatorade like fuck that

You ain't a real rapper till you get a face tat

Face that

Face facts

This ain't a race keep pace where you based at

Women and liquor chilling in my main pad

They telling me to bust then saying i need to stay back

Sick of bringing us down I'm going up

They hating us becoz we coming up

Comin up go down coz of drugs

I can't deal with these cunts that say I need to give it up

Bust it up you don't fuck shit up I roll around in a whip with my fingers up

But I'm over this shit

420 stoner with spliffs

I'm a loner who spits

I'm alone with the cones

I'm alone with the dope

I'm alone with my phone calling triple 0

I be spitting low

I be spitting writtens on a Rythim When i gotta get it I duck and then I hit em

420 fam this a life that we living

Chill chill brutha I'm chill

I don't fuck with the fakes only fuck with the real

Sucking on a buegs

Telling the truth tryna win but the want me to lose

Drinking the booze

I'm drunk and confused

I spaz when I rap man I'm blowing a fuse

I don't need to pretend

I just do me

I feind for the mic and my weapons a pen

Like a sword that I weild

I'd rather be dead

Then be with the fakes man I fuck with the real

Fuck a snake yeah

Fuck fake friends

420 fam chill I wanna make trends

I don't wanna make friends

I wanna make cash