Текст песни
Dealing with these problems that they don't know about
They wanna ask how I do it, I'll show 'em how
I roll it up, light it up and blow it out
I roll it up, light it up and blow it out
Fighting all these demons, pull the sword out when I'm down
They asking when we leaving, but I ain't going now
I'm trying to find a reason not to stay up in the house
I cop me a zone and you know we blow it down
Daddy wasn't home, and he's nowhere to be found
Left him in the dust, now we midwest bound
I'm eating all your crust, I'm a fucking blood hound
Someone, will you bring me the finest stuff in town?
Just met up with my weed man, I'm about to smash out
Went from an eighth to a quarter, now it's a half ounce
Smoking, I've been smoking too closely
Niggas talking down, hitting me with the okie dokie
If you got a better way, then you should show me
Bitches wanna hold me
I'm too closed off to take your clothes off for the homies
Hotel strippers and these dispensary girls all over the world
Connect from the mutual respect
Nevertheless, the weed staying fresher than me
Cop every two days, THC and I'm sexing a beat
Fuck it, smoke going under my bucket
Hippie suckers, you don't smoke like me '
Cause you couldn't handle the budget
See we back up in the lab, doing this work with pen and pad
Look who cooking beats like it's fucking Breaking Bad
Madness in the bag, eager to make 'em spaz
Got this grin on my face, and that was evil laugh
Quick to make 'em sick, begging the teacher for that pass
Gripping and groping stomach, think they nauseous from the movement
Nike be the sponsor, 'cause I do, I do it
My green is a monster, Boston brewing
Ain't fucking with them Knick sacks, Patrick Ewing
They thinking that we rich, in what sense? Is you foolish?
I got more class than these straight A students
And I'm finna cop the cap like these AK shooters