Four packs in the backpack
That's 12k in the ashtray
I'd give the world to have my dog back
I still think about yah ass everyday
Smoking blunts with my young niggas
Breaking it down
Twisting the papers
Rolling up purp and three other flavors
Lit off the herb
Puffin and puffin and passing it not watching it burn
Niggas with the backpack trying to smash that where the cash at
Nah nigguh f*ck that wait your turn
I supply the word to niggas with choppas and bandannas standing on curbs
Nigguhs with the Gat strapped trying to take that
Nigga f*ck that
Nah nigga f*ck that
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
Bet I be tweakin when I see them coppas
They scheming to catch me and my brodies with green
Fall to the system for plants that grow out of some soil
With no leaves not on me so the f*ck do you mean
I heard bitches
They rumor's like "Jasen do drugs?"
Hell no just fruits of the Earth
And them shrooms from the dirt that we picked
We just knew they would work
Mad cause y'all knew we was first
Y'all still be trippin
I saw my life in a vision
So f*ck you if you is not with it
Ain't gon' be evicted
Got dope bars that shit be perscripted
Its scripted and written no different
Rapper's like "Damn, I got money" and "Damn, I got hoes"
"Damn, I drink liquor" and "Pockets on swole"
Rapper's like all of them rappers that's spitting that viscous
For really you know ain't got souls
Know that I'm gold
Crossed with the black
I attack on anyone that's holding me back
Strapped with the lyrical gat
Got the crack and the pack from that Birmingham back where i'm at
Water in bodies call that elemental
The fruits and the herbs from the Earth is essential
To nourish, enlighten, speak truth out my dentals
Mentals is heating like fires it kindles
Go to college
Get a job
Student loans
What's the prob
Making money
Spend it fast
Why the hell it never last
Bills to pay
Kids to feed
At least yo ass got a degree
Market crash
Little me
Least yo ass got a degree
Right?
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
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Four packs in the backpack
That's 12k in the ashtray
I'd give the world to have my dog back
I still think about yah ass everyday
Smoking blunts with my young niggas
Breaking it down
Twisting the papers
Rolling up purp and three other flavors
Lit off the herb
Puffin and puffin and passing it not watching it burn
Niggas with the backpack trying to smash that where the cash at
Nah nigguh f*ck that wait your turn
I supply the word to niggas with choppas and bandannas standing on curbs
Nigguhs with the Gat strapped trying to take that
Nigga f*ck that
Nah nigga f*ck that
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
Bet I be tweakin when I see them coppas
They scheming to catch me and my brodies with green
Fall to the system for plants that grow out of some soil
With no leaves not on me so the f*ck do you mean
I heard bitches
They rumor's like "Jasen do drugs?"
Hell no just fruits of the Earth
And them shrooms from the dirt that we picked
We just knew they would work
Mad cause y'all knew we was first
Y'all still be trippin
I saw my life in a vision
So f*ck you if you is not with it
Ain't gon' be evicted
Got dope bars that shit be perscripted
Its scripted and written no different
Rapper's like "Damn, I got money" and "Damn, I got hoes"
"Damn, I drink liquor" and "Pockets on swole"
Rapper's like all of them rappers that's spitting that viscous
For really you know ain't got souls
Know that I'm gold
Crossed with the black
I attack on anyone that's holding me back
Strapped with the lyrical gat
Got the crack and the pack from that Birmingham back where i'm at
Water in bodies call that elemental
The fruits and the herbs from the Earth is essential
To nourish, enlighten, speak truth out my dentals
Mentals is heating like fires it kindles
Go to college
Get a job
Student loans
What's the prob
Making money
Spend it fast
Why the hell it never last
Bills to pay
Kids to feed
At least yo ass got a degree
Market crash
Little me
Least yo ass got a degree
Right?
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
That's 12k in the ashtray
I'd give the world to have my dog back
I still think about yah ass everyday
Smoking blunts with my young niggas
Breaking it down
Twisting the papers
Rolling up purp and three other flavors
Lit off the herb
Puffin and puffin and passing it not watching it burn
Niggas with the backpack trying to smash that where the cash at
Nah nigguh f*ck that wait your turn
I supply the word to niggas with choppas and bandannas standing on curbs
Nigguhs with the Gat strapped trying to take that
Nigga f*ck that
Nah nigga f*ck that
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
Bet I be tweakin when I see them coppas
They scheming to catch me and my brodies with green
Fall to the system for plants that grow out of some soil
With no leaves not on me so the f*ck do you mean
I heard bitches
They rumor's like "Jasen do drugs?"
Hell no just fruits of the Earth
And them shrooms from the dirt that we picked
We just knew they would work
Mad cause y'all knew we was first
Y'all still be trippin
I saw my life in a vision
So f*ck you if you is not with it
Ain't gon' be evicted
Got dope bars that shit be perscripted
Its scripted and written no different
Rapper's like "Damn, I got money" and "Damn, I got hoes"
"Damn, I drink liquor" and "Pockets on swole"
Rapper's like all of them rappers that's spitting that viscous
For really you know ain't got souls
Know that I'm gold
Crossed with the black
I attack on anyone that's holding me back
Strapped with the lyrical gat
Got the crack and the pack from that Birmingham back where i'm at
Water in bodies call that elemental
The fruits and the herbs from the Earth is essential
To nourish, enlighten, speak truth out my dentals
Mentals is heating like fires it kindles
Go to college
Get a job
Student loans
What's the prob
Making money
Spend it fast
Why the hell it never last
Bills to pay
Kids to feed
At least yo ass got a degree
Market crash
Little me
Least yo ass got a degree
Right?
Blunts to the dome
Smoke pouring out the window
You was all alone
You had no idea
Now you wanna blow up for what
Why you wanna blow up on me for
I saw that look inside your eye
I saw that look inside your eye
Writer: Tyrone Pope
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