i'm only here to prove that your favourite rapper can't hold a torch to me. rapping is not my career.
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I got an OZ of that OG, OK
And i got no homies so i'm solo today
But i got good energy, that's what they're telling me
Even the devil’s a friend to me
Honestly I can’t pretend to be nothing I ain’t
Nothing is great and everything’s changed
But nothing’s important because I’m so charged, I’m stupidly baked
And I’ve got that Animal Cookies and Sundae Driver, Strawberry Punch all runnin’ through my brain
I’m off that Sherblacio, so dark you can’t see the light of day
And after 10 zoots of that ting, yeah, you’re bound to feel some type of way
So I get a whole pack, I smoke that, I go back again
I tell ‘em “reload that”, I roll that, then poke down the end
It’s getting hard to speak, I’ve been high for weeks
It’s kinda peak, I’m tryna breathe but the ting that’s proving me the high is stifling me
So pass me a lighter please
Rollin’ all types of trees
Light green to dark purple, it’s all goin’ in my sheet
Man I roll zoots that’ll merk you, one blast put a man to seep
You can argue nature or nurture but if it’s loud then it’s fine by me
So gimme that;
Whole pack
Smoke that
Whole pack
Smoke that
Whole pack
Smoke that
Empty the bag then I go back