[ Featuring The What's ]
This is one of those, be the producer, production joints
Rollin' up the fatties, the sky so hazy, thug life, no sweet, just the bitter, never lazy
Sticky fingers and the stench of that green, one blunt to the dome, it's the struggle, the scene
Twist it tight, lighter flicks, smoke clouds thick, bumpin' Tupac in the beat up whip
This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night
Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound
Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves
Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight
Catch me
Once upon a corner where the hustlers hover, blunt in my mouth, life's gritty cover
Ashes fall, taggin' walls, crew movin' slow, embrace the night, leave some outlaws below
Wrap the leaf, cosmic belief, inhale deep, blunts up high, life's too steep
This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night
Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound
Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves
Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight
Roll out
Bodega run, back with the blunt raps, streetlights flicker, memories in these laps
Swisher sweets in, tails from the gutter, one love, one blunt, some plot to shatter
Coughing up dreams, life's mean, but we steam from the valleys to peaks, we part of the scheme
This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night
Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound
Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves
Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight
Check it
Under streetlights, shadows come alive, roll it up slow, let the spirits revive
Concrete jungle where we lay our claim, inhale the pain, exhale the same
Night's canvas, painting our fate, blunts and beats, it's never too late
This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night
Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound
Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves
Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound
Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves
That ish was fire
