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[Verse 1]
All I got is a vision and an eighth of pot
Old fucks think I’m shit cause I bake a lot
Young stone fucking dying in a vacant lot
Filthy Jazz all in her mind and she think I’m God
Seventeen with the wise of a fucking monk
And the nigga spit rock like fucking punk
And everywhere I tend to go niggas hate me
And hoes wanna rape me to blow on the fucking skunk
Nobody makes real shit in my generat’
I tell her „babe, I need grip, make it generate”
While I just showed her high in the drive
Think I’m wild, I’m like a perf to the game
On the ?peach?
Straight sipping straight lean punch
With my niggas six4
Mob through the city high
Mack to the freak hoes
Nothing but the scent of sativa to start my days
Cause stressing ain’t in my ways
Expressions ain’t in my face
I’m galaxy switching slowly
Ash it then hit the forty
The asses of bitches glory
You have it then sit it on me
I’m Aquaman
And cooler than who you fucking
I’d turn you into a goddess
No time as I use the rubber
Karate, I’d crane a rapper who says that Filthy is weak
My niggas is on the creed
Zombies for brain and lean
I came up out the ground and surrounded in New Orleans
And I’m pushing through the street
Fucking pushing through the street
[Hook]
Mobbed up, smoking dank, fucking everyday
[Verse 2]
I open up your motherfucking mind, I’m devine
Smoking pine with an opened dime, sipping purple slime
And my vision is extraordinare
I said my vision is extraordinare
So many bitches in my head, and this bitch I led
And I been skipping school again, I need fucking bread
But I don’t let it screw my head, I just free my head
And let the raps do my dread, tell you who I is
Had a vision I was
[Hook]
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