So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave
Weed and rapping weed in jays
I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star
We going weed, women and some alcohol
Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Smoking weed and listening to rap
The jager in my cup is licorice black
Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
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