I drift in and out of consciousness
Sometimes I lose focus
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Roll up this weed
Pass me a lighter
So I can just smoke this
I exhale and feel soulless
Some say the good die young
But it still ain't made sense
We went from hoping over fence
To knee deep off in the trench
Funeral arraignments
Closed casket
Closed ranged em
The last thing he seen was fire from the stainless
Now how you cope wit dat
What you tell dat man kids
Baby barely even met em
Still need a bottle and bib
Drill shit
Steal shit
Kill shit
What happens to them gettin money niggas
Hustle shit
The game ain't hard
You just got to sign up and play
Put the bullshit aside
And you a be thumbing through pape
I went from the shoebox
To the safe
To a deposit at chase
Wit dreams a countin franks
Till my palms get chaffed
I drift in and out of consciousness
Sometimes I lose focus
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Roll up this weed
Pass me a lighter
So I can just smoke this
I exhale and feel soulless
We ignore the surgeon general
But a die over a subliminal
Had to get a plug on the water
Cause they was poisoning us with chemicals
Love platonic
It ain't gotta be physical
Listen critical
Information is pivotal
Insomniac up late
And rise early
42 vision blurry
But I still feel worthy
Just a product of the 80's
Crack and rap raised me
Seen hoop dreams deflate
Round the same time author Agee
When you deep off it that water
If you treding you lose
Nigga off a upper and a downer
In the trap on snooze
This is all gods plan I know you can't understand it
That's why these flows startn to orbit and I'm becoming a planet
I drift in and out of consciousness
Sometimes I lose focus
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Roll up this weed
Pass me a lighter
So I can just smoke this
I exhale and feel soulless