Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
She ordered dat pastrami on rye
That's why they can't mess up my flow
We got dat smoke and blow
Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked
It's late and you stuck in my basement
I need my respect, you can keep all the features
Kush and oj blaring through the speakers
Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
May just gon' bring hobo back
Allah, not even dat
Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush
Epic, they used to feed me detours
I flash smiles at the mean looks
On cloud 9 smoking all this kush
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