Lyrics:
you will
Dumb luck but still
We're here by freewill, yeah
Open my eyes crystal clear
Grab my newports, smoke in the air
I'm in love with Los
I pack a rap that's the joint and like to point the chrome at domes
of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
ism I get bizm, with rhythm no
my baby
If I colorbi you go khoro my baby
Bands way I get go rub off on baby.
Many man Dey fall Kelebeb for my baby
Cause when you dey all around me
hands in some in-scent smoke
Pull a leaf off a tree
Flip it over nothing innocent though
City split it over to me
Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
to recognize what I ought to conceal?
As their hateful eyes are glowing in hordes surrounding
Whoa
This moment will pass me by as these drugs will get me
hands in some in-scent smoke
Pull a leaf off a tree
Flip it over nothing innocent though
City split it over to me
Hennessey spilling over tenements
hands in some in-scent smoke
Pull a leaf off a tree
Flip it over nothing innocent though
City split it over to me
Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB
you need a bullet prrof vest
Smoke the what for your stress
Nah dawg, hold up, wait a minute
'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't rolled up
I'm a stranger in this land
And I wake you up by speaking what you cannot understand, no
All I said was there were mountains in my way
But they're
sexy ladies who wind down low.
And if ya get approached by a bloke, who smells of weed,
Smoke, don't act like you don't wanna know.
'Cause we got
I've seen it all, boys
I've been all over
Been everywhere in the whole wide world
I rode the high line
With old blind Darby
I danced real slow
digga don't love me, she wouldn't there when I was broke
if I fell shed disappear like smoke
I always ask why I even play myself messin round with these
Working the counter making minimum doe
Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk
I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
It's Minnesota man, your
come
I had high hopes, it was all downhill
Life flying by like I was standing still
I'm a little nobody from the middle of nowhere
Gotta get home, I
the first time he heard Global Tel Link
Big smoke, we ride banana clips, we know these fruits are deadly
One to his melon, so, now, his life is in
Howling down the freeway, in the midnight hour
Roaring black motorcycles, high boots and leather
Open up the throttle and make the engine scream
from nobody, just filed the blade
Throw the beast on the fire, smoke get higher
Been a long time coming, never felt so motherfucking tired
sometimes I strayed
Sports and music saved my life in a way
Could still be trapping locked in jail or dead caught by a stray
Thankful that the most high had
no free, when she speak
They get weak and geek like A.O.C
Plus they know we, a different breed
Blowing strand of a different seed
I don’t smoke but
answer calls
Two of my partners beefin', it went too far, it's too late to get involved
Loaded up on weapons just to make sure all my problems solved
a car crash in a hurricane
(Bye-bye)
We're all gonna die (hahaha)
Connie got electrocuted
Manny went to war
Tony got eviscerated by a dinosaur
Guys (and I saw Five Guys)
Kinko, they was aimin' high, I had to get low (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bustin' you and then I kick her out by
by
Drinking up the smoke if you're too high
You're never gonna come back down
And you said that it was Jesus
Who broke into your room in
high on my own supply
You don't want smoke with the team
Blow chemo, emphysema in the Beem
I told her just breathe
Got a hundred bands sitting on my
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