| I guess my time has finally come, and it’s amazing
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| Sitting in the back of my tour bus, smoked out, just blazing
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| Can’t be broke forever, hell nah
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| So close that I could taste it
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| Pulling up to the venue with a loud pack already waiting
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| Let me knock this sound check out
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| (Light the weed when I step out)
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| Funk Volume we the best out
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| When it comes to all around artistry (right, right, right)
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| Making beats send them straight to me
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| And I’m riding to them like y’all
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| Then I write to 'em, hit the studio
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| Just me and all of my dogs
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| I ain’t breaking no laws (nah)
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| Keep it cool everybody know me (everybody know me)
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| Got my marijuana card still won’t explain that to the police (never)
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| Stay away from them cuffs (cuffs)
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| Keep weed enough I can tuck
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| I’m not the weed man, I don’t sell weed
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| Cause it’s not a nigga I trust (I trust)
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| So I’m buying fifty-six grams
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| Just to break the homie off with some nugs
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| It’s peace and love, and I don’t need
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| None my niggas go and get stoned (stoned)
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| I know life ain’t easy
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| Holding shit down on your own (own)
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| I clearly see that you feeling down
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| So here’s something that’ll take you up
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| And have you in the clouds my nigga
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’s peace and love my nigga, go and get stoned
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’ll make you feel right when everything feels wrong
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| Uh
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| I can tell you needed weed from the king himself
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| Illadelph, bong hits, let the bubble melt
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| If these packs don’t sell, I’ll send 'em in the mail
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| These cops killing young kids, let 'em burn in hell
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| Free the weed, more love, need it in the streets
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| How I hate Billboard and this industry
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| The radio don’t play me and, I don’t even care
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| My core fan base made, me a millionaire (true)
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| Frisco blew and, Johnny Walker blew (blew)
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| In a town car thinking, daydreaming
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| But its really true (it is)
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| All this cash that I’m counting
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| House in a mountain
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| Two green houses and a water fountain (Scarface)
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| Three girlfriends, they all hate each other (come on now)
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| Can’t we all, get along, and hang together? |
| (trust me)
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| Trust me it would be much sweeter if we get it right
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| All my girls in one room just acting tight (smoking)
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’s peace and love my nigga, go and get stoned
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’ll make you feel right when everything feels wrong
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| Right on, right on
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| Cause when your stashing up with no cash flow
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| Don’t worry bout it (Don't worry bout it)
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| You can slide through
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| I’m finna clean the rig and then sterilize it
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| We still verbalizing it’s a damn shame I ain’t bigger now
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| But look I made enough to at least to help all my niggas out
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| Every month we get weed provided
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| Smoking that Dizzy OG and I’m getting excited
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| Makes me want to spread love, nigga why the fuck is ya’ll fighting?
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| Why the fuck is ya’ll complaining about who the nicest?
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| Now everybody coming to my shows and wanna smoke and hold up their devices
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| Look, ya’ll should just enjoy the vibe
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| Close your eyes and just enjoy the high
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| They say there’s more to life than weed
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| I tell them I’m more than fine
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| Low temp dabs, no blowing, puffing on no hookah sticks
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| Hitting up Logic like «hit up my celly when you feeling buried alive»
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| (Puff puff then pass)
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| When you make up your mind hit my line
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| Cause these other niggas be lying, they shit trash
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| We new and improved, puffin a doob, chilling with uncle Bern
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| With some sexy girls
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| That don’t roll weed but they all wanna learn, like…
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’s peace and love my nigga, go and get stoned
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| I can tell you needed it
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| It’ll make you feel right when everything feels wrong
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| Ayo Moskie what up man how was that weed bruh?
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| (Aye shit bro that shit sat me on my ass)
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| Aye man that was the ohh wee bruh
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| (Aye man that was super offical) |