Its never dark cause were smoking that green
62 dreams, roll a date with some lean
Mr. polish, with a flow so sick
And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
Show ‘em how much they really mean
Thought police, your mind's not green.
Raised by a momma who, who
Mr coleman, i'm coming for you
Tummy hungry for the dull green
They said seven tracks, i said fifteen
Mr mathers is the man
Still the man with the pan
Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs
We den turnt it up now it's at the max
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