Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
I race to the line, blow past the dust
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent
See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll
It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.
Don’t let me talk about the deal ones
Ashes to dust enough's never enough,
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,
I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement
Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)
No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep
Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat
And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems
Smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like loaded lux,
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