DEFENDER'S RAP

• Smoke the morning,
• Roll some dope quick
• Buy a blunt from the Bee store,
• its a smoke trick
• Like a white boi ghost inhalin milky massive hits
• Get my weed personal like I handpick
• It's something of a new aspect to you new doping pricks
• Im the kid with all the grandest links for weed you could ever get,
• Having a diploma still in my sights,
• But all i wanna do is bake and fly,
• Going to school high,
• Blowin dope dramatic lights
• Hoping people that I see
• Can immediatly leave my sights.
• Cuz im the nigga, with the persona of actin filthy high
• With my eyes hella fly,
• You'll never seem to see my whites,
• And the pupils so wide,
• You'd think demons have drilled inside
• To take my name to run and reside,
• In the pits of hell where I will search and find,
• Cuz im the G that will infinitely occur till I die.
• But It's just a Monday and this louds got me blind
• Sittin in class with the teacher preaching her mind
• Having me writing answers, which I properly declined
• Cuz this is the shit that I wasn't ever assigned,
• But consigned to define.
• Because I'm a kid of wise minds,
• That originated in events before mankind,