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[Verse1: Wes Kraven]
Hellen Keller pack boy it’s off in the sack
Face a Blunt of that and a worm of the wax
Budget for my weed man it comes to some stacks
Rolled somethin sticky now I’m stuck like a tack
If you come to smoke wit me betta roll jus more than three
Rollin up a whole oz…smokin like a rasta B
Couple of that good OG…one more of that blue dream
Nother of that sour d…finish wit a brownie…I’m lifted
Good piff lit…ask for you don’t get…this my shit
Can’t hit this…you pay up…make it quick
Pre rolled sticks…that good shit…flick my bic…they get lit
Take one hit…you feel it…no love clique…smoke perfect
28 strong and I call it Fred Taylor…no I’m not a Taylor
I don’t do papers…L’s like a OG…born in the 90’s
Look for the smoke cloud if u need to find me…off fine weed
That top shelf…presidential…wake up…in the morning
It’s essential…Cali pack…call it LA confidential
Highed up…floating in my residential
[Verse 2: Lav]
Kick back & relax , as I twist my Dutch get my thoughts lifted up smoke to much got me stuck
These fuck niggas , fuck bitches try stressing me sticking to the script ain’t nobody writing shit for me
My mind be racing no Daytona 500
28 grams in cops storm me out in public cause they say I’m to loud that’s just the pack talking
I roll a couple spliffs I put that WAX on it
NL the crew LPC
All we do is blow
Selling gas that LP
Tryna flip some dough
Tried to quit many times all I do smoke
Stress weighing down on my cloud is where I go to coast
A different world got me surfing on a spaceship
Lighting up the nite , the next day I do the same shit
Wake & bake to start my day off I stay faded
That bob marley rasta boy & i’m still blazing
No sticks & no seeds in my joints nigga
Break it down with the grinder no stress either
Need that medical for days that’s the pain reliever
Take a plane that pilot shit like i’m wiz khalifa
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