Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.
Little latasha sho' grown
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,
Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord
That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,
Fell asleep in first class
Lights will flash, cars will crash
First out the gate last back to class,
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
I was once in the back now i kick it in the front, im so high, trynna roll my next blunt,
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and
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