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[Hook: Yung Crid]
I am so far, gone. Off That kush that I am blowin’
So far blown, outta my mind, I don’t even know where I’m goin’
Can’t even focus, but one thing that I know is
Z.A.G. Nation and Vermin Wreckordz is ownin’
Patrolin’, rollin’, an coastin’, these others ain’t goin’ no-where
It’s Yung Crid an I’m here to tell you to be fully aware
Who’s takin’ shots now? for really, I mean c’mon
Let’s not get silly, an make a dealy
But my boy’ll pop you like a wheelie
[Verse 1: Yung Crid]
What the fuck it do? How the fuck you doing?
It’s Yung Crid bitch! Poppin’ into the scene
Comin’ to ruin, the whole day
But mane it was mine from the beginnin’
An I ain’t with all these fake ass thoughts, too busy livin’
Smokin’, rollin’ up that potent rhymin’ like it’s poetry in motion
Comin’ at either me or the click I leave ya roasted like this roach is
You fuckin’ cocharoaches, you need to step down
Cause since I came into the game you haven’t acted nothin’ but a clown
Man it’s Y-U-N-G-C-R-I-D on this motherfuckin’ beat like ALI
I’ll tell you what I’m doin’, when I do it, or I suppose I could surprise thee
To the face, with my fist and a blunt
Then I ask ya how was that an would you like some more fruit punch?
[Hook: Yung Crid]
I am so far, gone. Off That kush that I am blowin’
So far blown, outta my mind, I don’t even know where I’m goin’
Can’t even focus, but one thing that I know is
Z.A.G. Nation and Vermin Wreckordz is ownin’
Patrolin’, rollin’, an coastin’, these others ain’t goin’ no-where
It’s Yung Crid an I’m here to tell you to be fully aware
Who’s takin’ shots now? for really, I mean c’mon
Let’s not get silly, an make a dealy
But my boy’ll pop ya like a wheelie
[Verse 2: Yung Crid]
Wait where was I? I can’t remember
All I know is I smoke weed from December to December
That’s yearly, dearly, departed, to you?
Cause, well, I just can’t be out-smarted dude
Out rappin’ ya’ll, out snaggin’ ya broads
Out smokin’ the herb daily like I’m cheech and chong
Double blunted like a double barrel hobo with a shot-gun
Blasted to my face and lungs from that point my brain was gone
Fried, like the chicken I be eatin’, over the weekend
So blown, from the THC that’s got me peakin’
I’m at the top floor, call that top-shelf
Only sippin’ on the henney an smokin’ on that spinach so yell
[Hookx2: Yung Crid]
I am so far, gone. Off That kush that I am blowin’
So far blown, outta my mind, I don’t even know where I’m goin’
Can’t even focus, but one thing that I know is
Z.A.G. Nation and Vermin Wreckordz is ownin’
Patrolin’, rollin’, an coastin’, these others ain’t goin’ no-where
It’s Yung Crid an I’m here to tell you to be fully aware
Who’s takin’ shots now? for really, I mean c’mon
Let’s not get silly, an make a dealy
But my boy’ll pop ya like a wheelie
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