After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
See i can only love you when you undressed
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan
Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram
Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,
A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot
Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of
Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus
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