Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed
This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Your developmental league don’t see a team
So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene
Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga
I know i'm not the only bastard in america
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married
And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,
In this system/ got that weed flowing through, i could end up in prison/
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
Momma caught me tryna sell some weed
The revolution will proceed
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