Point is real things,the jas crew joint
I make her kitten moist
We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it
Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet
I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark
Want the title but im always fighting under card
You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,
I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point
Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed
Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip
This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell
Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits
Just take a look at this joint. it gives the chills
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