Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,
That hands you weed and alcohol
My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar
Thinking of bliss and the good days
Weed and rapping weed in jays
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
Money come and money go still money problems addin up
I was playing with guns
Weed smoke, booze and violence
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