Tekst piosenki
Yo what you doing man pass that shit
[Verse 1]
Splittin lines my rhymes’ll give you nosebleeds
Summer vibes in mind you can find me with the homies
Proceed, proceeds I need, so I’m lookin for a check
I flex with the tech so best protect your neck
My mic is fully loaded, eyes is fully toasted
Track is locomotive, I just spit it fresh
Always from the crest, but I’m that dirty
Spittin herpes, its ill, cuz I’m that flirty
With instrumentals, my pencil forever stuck to my mental
The b be headed east, cuz I’m oriental, I p on a earl
And lately I just like shit I don’t be on my Earl
Smell the reefer at the pond we been outside on the daily
Smack a fan if he didn’t hear me talkin bout pearls
2 bars ago fam, my homie yo don’t be lazy
Check the rhetoric, if I overdid it check the ties cuz I severed it
So tell me if it ain’t crazy
Come I’ll point out erry double meaning for real, like
Like this one, this one, this one, don’t forget this one
[Verse 2]
Fuck it, we quotin lines then you know I bring da ruckus
Slowly magnetised by the god of suckas
The economy, though you know I never lose focus
I’m Will Smith with slick words you just didn’t notice
Still on my Otis, elevated mind state
Underage drinkin killin beats, boost the crime rate
Don’t know the time but you know that I’m late
Still ahead of my time y’all won’t know till I’m late, shit
But its good though, barbeque smoke and finger lickin
Spittin intricate rhythyms feelin visions in pistons
Lifted from the fire within, the pitch twistin
Flippin, still in the kitchen, chefin by the tapes
Switched the seasoning, summer vibes fuck salty I got the papes
No filter, my sticks and seeds been more potent than your best buds
All you gotta do is break it down and let the rest sub
Revved up, next up, instant grams
Fuck instagrams I paint the perfect picture
Properly prosper off top if my posse got a pitcher
Brews in the shade, laid back, spittin grade raps
If your favorite rapped it’d be your ‘fav track’
Yeah, that’s just how we do it
[Hook]
So fuck it we got the herbs and the beats
Rollin on the curb give a fuck who can see
Spoken word, smoking potent herb
You know the bird, steady spittin truth off the trees
Truth off the trees
For real
So fuck it we got the herbs and the beats
Rollin on the curb give a fuck who can see
Spoken word, smoking potent herb
You know the bird, steady spittin truth off the trees
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