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(J, this shit too crazy)

In my Polo tee, I made a G, bitch, I don't cap a lot
Almost popped a fiend sellin' weed, so I don't trap a lot
My bitch

that I'm passionate
Been outdid you niggas ain't keeping track of it

Smoke this weed like I breathe this shit
Smoke this weed like I need this shit

and challenge me
Just let me be, make my music and smoke my weed
I never cared about attention all I want is to be free, to be me
I like to be left alone
Not

a scissor
Roll by so fast, Big Dipper
I'm in LA more than a Clipper
Balenciaga more than a owner
Bitch, we out here more than a corner
Smoke way more dope

in the morning
Seven o'clock, smoke clouds are forming Stop it, boy, Don't tell me nothing

Weed is my cologne, they can smell me coming Telephone

THE ROOM WE GOT BUSY I BROUGHT YOU A ROBE WITH THE LETTER J ON IT I BROUGHT YOU A APRON CUZ I KNOW YOU LIKE TO COOK
I PAID FOR THE WEED EVERYDAY THAT WE

the wrong time”
I want to thing Durk I mean Indya for the last line
Smoke weed for past time 
I never thought that you could hurt me 
But I’m leaving for

Blown Away

Cocoa Brovaz

The Rude Awakening

threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out

Charging through the ugly city
It's so dreary
Holler if you're here with me
Smoke to the ceiling
We hang low like J-Lo's earrings

Bitch, I go to Oxford,

the you get a 10 I don’t even smoke weed straight I don’t give a fuck we ain’t fuckin the same. Shit I’m on and off and I don’t know what’s going on and I

system
Though I ain't never smoke weed
I got second hand in my system
It ain't peer pressure
Just round my peers when they got pressure
And Mama know that

going by like tick tock shit don't ever stop
Light the J and get on top I just like to watch you
You ain't fucking around
I'm getting up and you going

think) and learn from me on this verse

Wait 
Hold up 

Lemme tie tha laces on my J's
By the image you can tell I like getting paid
Young ballin' playboi

No questions for you too ask
No gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie

If I could go back to them old days Memories climb my brain while I smoke haze
Drop a tear as I think about my past I ain't mean to cry but I can't

want a meal?
That juicy booty I just wanna feel
Call up the plug and go half on some pills
And smoke on this weed baby just for the thrill yea
I got some

OGs, give me game and it's on me
Smoke weed, meditate and be on key
Never no beginner I'm finishing every sentence
We the reason these new niggas is

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

Yea, ay
What is life? I thought you'd know
You planted a damaged seed, determined to see it grow
Sprouted up wit some weeds but we'd never partake

joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down

joint
Used to scoop her from the eastside
Know she a queen she raised by the Beyhive
Raised by Latifah know she smoke a three-five
Roll the windows down

Versace
How you schemin' to play me?
Know you sweeter than a peach or a pastry
Pull the heater faster than a
Wild cheetah can race me
The weed smell like

kick my ass
You could drink more liquor
You could smoke more weed
But you'll never feel as good as me

When I'm riding in the '03 Altima
Feeling like

A don like Los
And even if I sold the best weed around
Dudes still wouldn’t want smoke
You cats is too mixy
That’s what I think
I’m rare like a pink