Lyrics:
debate got the faith
Create no breaks
Anything that I want imma get me
Got weed every where gotta smoke weed
Never focus on the things I don't need
Must
what I'm living by
Solidify
I'm at the top I'm Solidified
I'm with gang they Solidified
Remember we praying for better Times
Now there's weed in the air
sanctum your mind can be free at
Where there’s no need to ask where is the weed at
But to believe that
You needed to see that
Welcome my people you all
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know
Stones they throw that's why I wear a big hat and roll weed
Gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
All you know is weed and cocaine
King Push
All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave
All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree
So break yourself
f**king streets is where I gots to live
F**k what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed
I'm free
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
weed and you know I gotta sell
I been slangin kush all day
Runnin through these streets
With a weapon on my waist
Balaclava crown king if a Nigga wan
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
shit clean
I can’t trust ah nigga, got backdoored by my homie
Say you got ah gun lil nigga, got ah army
I’m gettin' all my weed, the west coast, where
piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz
Fine, sign of the swine in the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time
the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood
sirens on, I doubt if we stop
[Professor]
I wish that he would, I bet he in there wishin he could
Computers chips up under the hood by Jacob
[King
Mackalicious
Ain't you got a king?
Before 10: 00 Westwood, I'm no good
Shaking from here to back to Breckwood
On One FM rap show
The illest flow that you ever
tight
It feels so good when your money stacks high and
You got a lot of weed and a big supply
It feels so good when every things going smooth and
You
and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
"Remember Rodney King?" And I blast on his punk ass
with simp ass niggas
Fuck with a king
All about timing
Maybe one day I might give you bling
Niggas be holding on to choppers like it's game
When then it
Nah, I got the joint
Where and when, it probably fell out your ear
I'ma look behind the couch, finding all kinds of shit
Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up
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