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lookin' like ghoul

I do not fuck with the sluts (YUH) eat PB and J for my lunch (LUNCH)
I keep my head down, pay them no attention, they hittin' me up

go im baking up then we go and spend it 
Good wine and good weed thats not all that I need 
Call when you fall and ill be there in a beat  
Elaine

grinding then I know the devil's winning
So I can't stop fighting 
When I know we gon' get it

A. J. Like Guyton on another level clicking
So I'm knocking

on me like harden
Hear no shit beg your pardon
Pack so funky nigga thought i farted
Weed percs xans mollys
Only going up i aint got no target
Know im

With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my

star
Yeah I'm an activist
No pleasing here
No ass to kiss
Light up this track like a j but I ain't passing this
Kobe on the mic
These others, I'm trashin

I sit back relax
Rolling with the vibes
Girls sitting on my lap
While to homies by my side
Toking on the haze
Kill a beat while we blaze
No stress

It's sunday night and my team just lost
plus the Dolphins got blown out by Randy Moss
and the Vikings, I'm inside the food spot on new lots
gettin some

demons everywhere
But she be at my show, we’re the only two demons there
Oooooh
Yea, I don’t what to say
Please don’t blow that weed out in my face
She

is Great and weed got the best feeling 
(Jah Rastafari)
I’ve made a mess threw some shitty shades at some People I’m sorry to tell you that was just

me grind
Feel like triple H pedigree yo bitch to the ground
Snatched by DEA call my lawyer or you wasting time
Today my dog get sentenced bout to call

Let me adjust the crown, adjust the crown
You already know what time it is bitch
Fortune! hahaha
Ball J
Ready to engage?
Talk to these niggas
RRun!

superstar in the making we waking and Baking uhh got my game face on somebody call J or L.A. and tell em I belong
Yep
If you flipping houses selling weed

Woke up this morning
On flee
Bank account
Deep
Diamonds dance like sea
Roll over to double dees
Go call some of my friends
Tell em bring all the weed

I was just another man, roll up smoke yo numbers down
My brothers used to judge me, now they ask me J please hold it down
Mama used to tell me be

on the streets
Kick you in the face stick you for your P
Run up in your spot stick you for your weed
You ain't no gangster just a wanna be
Cause a riot by

can't spit it
He mad cause he ain't hitting
The girl that I got in my car right now while I'm lane switching
J brought me an eighth of shrooms
That shit

to NH
VT to VA
Get high everyday
Aye Aye check it
Yo I'm fly smoking that Thai weed
Red eyes never hide with Visine
Best choices ever made were follow my

quit or die of something?
Cuz I made a promise, I'm embittered by myths
Sew my mouth shut and cut my tongue with a Shiv knife
I could say I have

should listen to Frank Ocean instead of the J to the A to the V
The maître d' that be catering to the haters
Pay to see the parade of steez from a faded

with, uh, j-jelly sandwiches
Oh
Me-meanwhile your mother, uh, stuffs hers with my baloney
Baloney
Yeah, that-that-that's what your ancestors say
YUH

Ugh you're so damn fine
From the moment that I seen you
When you were walking by
I knew I had to make you mine
And I could not deny
Call me crazy but

Hit that p***y doing damage, damage,
Health bar dropping don't panic, panic,
Zoned on another planet, planet,
My weed on that scream like Janet,

indigestion 

I’m in her intestines.

Written by N.J.P. May.