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best you take a drug
But me? I smoke 'til my heads green
'Til I see the world in double
Vision like it's split screen
The youngers told me times have

si
Ma saccio chi song'io
Smoke weed, top quality, hip hop shit
Flow beats, c'ho i soliti showbiz
Rime big dick, Moby Dick, t'o mpizz
More beats, Mouri,

hit with the crowbar (yeah)
Drinkin' on Merlot, trap goin’ turbo
Murder in my city, G Herbo (yeah)
That's why I smoke herbal
They tried cut my legs off

IPhone to my face like a giant squid
Grandma's funeral, staring at the screen
Saw one in the casket, heard my Mom scream
Gotta catch 'em all, won't stop

nobody cares
I threw the roach with the smoke in the air
You settled down with my hands in your hair
Sunsets here always burn like flares
Yeah, they burn

and a flat screen

I know it's wrong all day long in a coma
Watching Troma eating powdered donuts
Got a Big Gulp always time for soda
Can't get up even though

You could have said it was the smoke that clouded the room
But we all knew it had nothing to do with it
The reason why we all were silent
The reason

deine Brille, denn wir
Sind jetzt auf'm Screen, pisser
Du bist beleidigt
Denn dein Chick will mit uns zieh'n
Pass das Green
Und ich bau' 'ne Flinte bis

I got two glasses in the air, one on my lap
While the DJ playin that "Beez in the Trap"
They be staring at us like screens on a Mac
And we move it so

Area No Get Big Man
Wetin Concern Signboard And Who
Dey Sell Weed Man
Dry Bread and Sadine Plus Igbe Fanta
Naim We Dey Chop After We
Don Smoke For

of room in this Maybach
You don't have to smoke, but I do, I'm getting faded
I'm the heartbreak kid, I know a lot of bitches hate it
I'ma beat that pussy

a screen

Now tell me what it means
You got a BBL, your ass is different
You need custom jeans
Try to lock me in with her kid

Fuck a Billie Jean
Time

like Civil Rights
In my heart I'm Rosa Parks I ain't sitting right
Cuz Niggas die everyday
Is this Deja Vu?
After they smoke all the blacks they gon

Standing there on stage
The chronic smoke I blow
In the air, looks like
I'm the new mayor
Of this old-school style if
It's new I don't care
If life's

that's word to the checks
Don't mean to own the mic, it's just a reflex
You don't want the smoke? Then you best stay away
Do this shit like Mando, "this is

behind
35 grams in my pocket, not weed though
Pull up to the officer like "hey sir, I'm clean though"
C7 makin' CD's, you can see me on TV screen
Best

Sometimes I want to float
I don't know where to go
Smoke keep getting in my eyes I got to keep them closed
Tell me have you ever seen a blind man

bound to the silver screen
‘Cause there’s a silent war, and it’s raging in the streets

I feel I must confess
These voices tend to test me far above

the know
I feel air bubbles in my chest
This a body I’ve outgrown
Cigarette smoke all in my clothes-
Play the drum line with my bones…
Another Griot…
Eyes

with black smoke
You live in fear of the people
As you whisper down their ears, when they're all alone
Roads filling, with dead bodies
While we're all

smoke to a blazing storm
Every breath I take, every step I take
Successes and mistakes in mosaic form
Another note I play, another change of chords

damn phone screen
Make you break a sweat in that cold breeze
All they do chat and stay nosey
We stay focused making those proceeds
Don't cost much

Skin and bone like a stone behind a computer screen
Three more down, help me drown the sound as my body screams
I am choking on each breath and ain't

satellites in nursery rhymes 
Rubicons on borrowed time 
I can't make this on my own 
My heads not clear 
Father and son up-in-smoke 
What direction no