But i wear mine on my head, supreme
To dive so fast in the past and lean,
And i put you on the team
And i sip on the lean
Catch me with cup full of lean
I'm the head coach of the team
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,
I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
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