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Her new nigga regular
She wanna call my phone on the regular
I stay fly on the regular
I got hoes on me on the regular

I smoke weed on the regular
I

the bitch
Mind slow, pass around that gas

Puffing weed smoke, 5-0
Get back pussy, nigga, where the time go
Overjoyed, hit it from the back
The pussy making

don't get back everything that you bring
And life ain't about smoke and mirrors 
ain't gotta live every song that you sing

With all of the hurt from

to Smoke,

Stop at he store for some Raw Cones, Grab me a Sprite no Coke, 

White Girl Rabbit Fuckin like she on Coke 

Put my Dick Deep down her throat she

Goddamn
Let's see how poppin' we can get
The energy high, the people is lit
She did me dirty, I don't give a shit
They call me Moses when I split the pit

anonymous
Back in high school, long hair, don't care, didn't seem real
Now I'm feeling like a myth
Legendary went to M.U., no scholarships,
Bossed up Castro,

smoke
Cut the rope, hangin' by our throat, livin' like a ghost
Something's changed, cuttin' all this pain, think it's in my brain
Fuck the fame and money

over
And the motherfucker die

Maybe I'll be tapped
By the red and blue lights
Can't help what you attract
In the cherry whip and night
Bumping max soul

Then I put it on some paper
Creative and unbother by your day went
Trying to nosey your way in
Hold up homie just stay there
Say you'll get em I say when

It's been a minute I've been cooking tryna make em listen
Like Cjay GTA always on the mission
Just wanna see my money high tired of commission
I

She killin' me just by her looks
(Yuh, slatt, VVS, YSL, diamonds)

Yeah, count up my bitches, I'm goin', that's too far
Smoke on that bitch and I came

a pound, I'm tryna smoke and fill my lungs up
Even when I'm high, you know I always keep my guard up

Broski in the jail, so we gotta put some funds up
I

Apple tings of the hottest
Electronic to see, out-out
I really want a car to smoke in, kiwi papers to roll in
A new vanilla lip gloss to put on my

you will surely die
I got a smoke that can slow a silence, better bring detections or be in suspense
I'm the god of gods here, you can't truly win, my

duck Red bull in the cup, bruh
Somebody get mad, that's tough luck Ride by on this lifeline
Head first in high tides, I'm not fine Always searchin' for

our pain is the same
Why can't we get shit arranged to bring about real change
Because we may not be shackled down by real chains
But mental

intertwined
Let's blow this joint, not talking high
Get out of the crowd, the smoke and lights
Skkrt, Skrrt down in my ride
Your skirt is showing off your

Hold up
I rolled up
If you come on through to the Stu'
You get smoked up
Still feel like a kid
But I talk like a grown-up
And when I'm on the mic
I ain't

to blimey him by the sign
Undercover nigga, I put them undercovers, nigga
When it comes to this street shit, I only got my brothers, nigga
I pull a brand new

Don't make me show my teeth

Y'all too busy chasing cheeks
I go get it every week
Yeah, yeah, move your feet
I be jigging on IG

Cause I love it when they

a young kid filled with too much dread,
Now everybody asking why,
Smoke it down, now, I'm feeling too damn high,
Letters to the clouds, but my head's in

September 6th I lost my nigga Weezy, I ain't been the same
I been really solo by myself I ain't been with gang
Blowin' smoke, I'm a airbender, I been

like a float
Bitch I've been high for a week
Geekin I'm geeked
My shirt reek just like some smoke
Really I'm throwed off, I'm throwed
I'm standing

like a baby had to put him in the tub
She gon get exhausted if she looking for my love
I always be late like a nigga was the plug
I already ate smoke