Freakin' out all i see is clouds
Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,
Now most of us be rootin' for this evil
Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,
Sos, save our souls. make me boss.
Heard the sound of several gun shots
I smoke that cali kush/
I flash smiles at the mean looks
Sb nike's, with the grey box
Just show them boys whos boss
Always knew where the pot was
Imma tell you something thats boss
And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes
Before i'm nineteen, i'll be put on just like these tight jeans
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