Blunt Blowin

Yeah, I put my shades on

Uh, I live it up like these are my last days

If time is money, I'm an hour past paid

Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass

Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag

Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting

I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect

Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters

But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper

So love or hate me, I stay hate-free

They say we learn from mistakes

Well, that's why they mistake me

I got some weight on my shoulders

To me it's like feathers

All hail Weezy, call it bad weather

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines

'Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times

You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds

And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind

I've been gone too long

True or false, right or wrong

Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah

And I'm a blunt blowin', Polo-drawers showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my money growing, no matter where you going

You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass nigga

And I'm a blunt blowin', Polo-drawers showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and

You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass nigga

Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches

All about my riches, my name should be Richard

Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors

Life is a choice, and death is a decision

Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch

I still got the vision like a line between two dots

Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter

And yeah, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em

I'm a bad motherfucker, 'cause the good die young

Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one

Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb

Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum, yeah

Big money, big money, deep pockets

Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping

Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting

Eastside, MOB, Piru Damu

I'm a blunt blowin', Polo draws showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'

You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass nigga

I'm a blunt blowin', Polo draws showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my money blowing, no matter where you going

You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo' ass nigga

Okay, light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher

See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher

I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker

And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her

You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids

But I don't wanna know, 'cause shit I like surprises

Why that? Why this? Why you on that why shit?

Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM

Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim

Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin

Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras

Belly of the beast 'til it puke us

Motherfucker

Blunt blowin', Polo draws showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'

You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo' ass nigga

I'm a blunt blowin', Polo draws showin'

I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga

With my money blowing, no matter where you going

You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo' ass nigga

I've been gone too long

True or false, right or wrong

Yeah, I've been gone too long

True or false, right or wrong

Said, I've been gone too long

True or false, right or wrong

Hello Weezy, welcome home

It's Young Mula, baby

Young Mula, baby

Bitch, I've been gone too long

True or false, right or wrong

Hello, Weezy, welcome home