Tekst piosenki
The first time I tried to spit
I missed the flow and hit a wall
They told me lighten up
Before you walk you gotta crawl
I said fuck that shit
And hit the ground running
Now I’m on my fucking grind
Turning something into nothing
Umm, I mean, I’m turning nothing
Into something
See I’m getting turned around
Cause I’m high and fucking munching
Wakin’, bakin’, and then brunchin’
Then I down em by the dozen like I’m
Goblin dunkin munchkins
Yeah, I love weed
Yet I’m so light on my feet
I’ll tip toe right up behind you
Like you can’t feel the beat
Sucker punch ya, then choke ya
Like Miami in the heat
Shove your body in the gutter
Legs dangle in the streets
Shit, I’m just playin
I ain’t homicide prone
I’m tryna blaze, smartfood popcorn
Maybe cop some dome
And fuck Reds, I’ll refill those packs with greens
And fuck stems, but you can call me Johnny Ganja-Seed
But lets be clear, no reggie
Just bushels of kush
Cause I ain’t running back and forth, man
That’s how you get booked
Quarter pound in the glove
Quarter pounder in hand
Smoke up then pass out
Bitch that sounds like a plan
I’m not lazy, I just really
Think this couch is the shit
And fuck god, but I’m praying
This cross joint stays lit
So I can take two hits
Then pass that shit right quick
You better wash your fucking hands
I know you feel this shit
Bitch
I could spit for days
Cept I like dreaming too much
I dream when I spit, too
But the real thing is too clutch
To pass up, so I’m sleeping at the wheel
I feel like taking the high road, so I’m about to peel
Off, like a boss, to the top, that’s where I’m headed
Headies at the helm, raping these beats is my fetish
Sticking my dick in
Pretty vixens is the mission
And rap would help with that
If I could get honeys to listen
I got fire on my mind, but don’t mind it
I’ve been prescribed
Since Dr. Dre dropped the chronic 2001 in 99
It took some time to figure out
That its my time to shine
OF tried to kill ‘em all
I’ll slaughter what they left behind
My flows twisted tighter than these pigtails I’m yanking
When I’m fucking the game, on lock, call it shanking
And my voice won’t be shaking when shit start to get tough
So you fuckers can feel free to let me know when you think you’ve had enough
But…I don’t really think I’m sick
In fact I’m feeling fine
I coughed my lungs out from this weed
But I don’t really mind
Cause they seem to find their way back
Just in time
For me to rip the fucking bong and spit some fucking rhymes
So don’t doubt that its dope
When it comes to lines
Scarface lifestyle
I’m bathing in my own supply
If you’re new, just hop on
Ill take you for a joy ride
Sneaky mutherfucker
Got a flow like a riptide
Not much cheese in the bank
Got some dank dro though so I’m cheesey
Left coast in recon
Windprooflighter, I’m too breezy
Inhale like a fiend, and then let it out easy
Higher than a stray balloon
Getting it popping hella steezy
And fuck these cop tryna get up in my bee’s knees
But its cool cause I’m all up in his g’s v
And she’s working so hard just to please me
And I ain’t working that hard and yet she’s seizing
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