Smoke Til I Can’t

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We gon' f*ck around and get
Wiz Khalifa on this bitch
Probably the only one that could keep up

I smoke 'til I can't, I'm covered in dank
I just left out of California
Came to f*ck up the bank
And I got the jewelry on me
And it's wet like the paint
And I ain't claim to be a saint
I think I'm everything they ain't
I smoke 'til I can't, whoa
I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't
I got the jewelry on me
And it's drippin' in dank
And I just pulled up to the bank
And I ain't claim to be a saint

I smoke 'til I can't, yeah
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
She put so many drugs in the
Blunt that I nickname her Lacy
And I ain't out chasin' a high, man
A high finna chase me
I'm blowin' kush like the AC
Move too many, man, the plug gotta pace me
Don't play with my paper
I'm only gon' shop if it's full
You a bitch and you don't even do
All the shit that you want, hey
I get that bread by the loaf
Said I'ma hit up the coast
Left and came back in a ghost
You can't decide if you love her or not
Never had that type debate with the knots
I got that Glock on my
Waist while I'm smokin', i ain't finna box
Yeah, and I got a car full of bops
And I'm ridin' on the opps
And I'm, and I'ma work my lil wrist
Give 'em somethin' to watch
Yeah, and I can't f*ck with you if
You would f*ck with the cops

I smoke 'til I can't, I'm covered in dank
I just left out of California
Came to f*ck up the bank
I got the jewelry on me
And it's drippin' in paint
And I ain't claim to be a saint
And I'm everything they ain't
I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't whoa, yeah, yeah

Ayy, Weezy left the family
All I used to bump was
Weezy back in the Camry, damn
They don't see me break a sweat
They never understand me
Yeah, but I got ultimate faith in myself
You a Plan B
I work from LA to Miami, life a beach, shit
I love when it's sandy
Yeah, and I got too many
Bitches and y'all busy scramblin'
I go and make me a profit
And spend it on gamblin'
I'm in the streets, the music industry shady
Whoa just did a 180
They talk about me 'cause I
Signed up with Baby
I got a problem gettin' to the
Money, I'ma pull up on somebody
Tell 'em to pay me
Get it out the mud, get a thousand pills
Clients mad 'cause I ain't sellin' 'em lately
Lookin' at my wrist, lookin' at my bitch
People really underestimate me
I be myself and let the press
Debate me, they love me broke
I think it's best they hate me
When I hit the strip in
Vegas, feelin' like I'm 2Pac
They wanna decimate me
I f*ck her and don't even try
And I still impress her, baby
Whoa, I'm smokin' on broccoli
I go to sleep on top of the money
With two girls on top of me

I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't
I just left out of California with
A car full of dank
I got the jewelry on me and
It's wet like the paint
And I ain't claim to be a saint, bitch
I'm everything they ain't
I smoke 'til I can't, I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, whoa, I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, yeah, I smoke 'til I can't
Yeah, I smoke 'til I can't

We preach peace and love and tolerance
But we don't act on it we say
That this world is going to a
Shithole, but we are the reason why
Because we do not
Accept others and their differences
We say we do, but our actions speak a lot
Louder than our words

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