On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
Pay my haters not too much mind
Hatin on me cause i been on my grind/
Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived
But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
She grabbin on my sack, she sucked my d, after i ate her v,
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind
It was on trip days( hyderabad ) i realised, she was always on my mind.
It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind
Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
Got tired of running from the police
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