Who's Smoking With Me
Burning trees to a stump every time its lit
Cough syrup kush is my accelerant
Don't go grabbing water no need to douse me
Its ok I like the flames they make sure nobody can stand around me
Love my weed harrier than 70's pussy
Everybody's to my back but still see y'all looking
Disappearing act you'll see a flash followed by some fog
OD don't go wandering off why not I'm already lost
Sorry I couldn't finish at the top of my class
I was busy in the back rolling blunts in my
I was smart could do the work and would listen
But I knew what they taught would not help me with everyday living
Don't get it twisted ill turn heads when I pull up and they hear me bump
With no bass thats your ass tryna get out the trunk
Bossing at the head of my table with my feet up
Two plates one grass the other cash fork in hand bout to eat up come and get some
Tryna find a way out
But I can't see where I'm going cause the smokes too thick
Think I better lay down
Cause this hallways getting longer and my stomachs bout to flip
Roll it light it repeat til the bags dry
My feet never touch the ground man I stay high
(Who's smoking with me)
Always been the shit studio filled with flies
Writing line after line just me and the La
(Who's smoking with me)
Homicidal hippy hair swinging spliff twisting Bic flicking
Im lifted MOB living never provoke but if you have a scratch then ill itch it
If you're wondering why I'm so distant its because this isn't my solar system
Im here on a mission to diminish fakeness in rap then leave with all your women
Oh sweet Mary Jane ganja marijuana you're not something I want you're something I need
So would you be so kind an wrap yourself up in this leaf please
Im all for the peace but I'm not to be tempted either
Im a rapper killer during the day and at night im a cult leader
Drink liquor by the liters til skeezers hiccup on Peters
You're listening to the hottest thing unsigned without a weak feature
And I write to my own beats always lighting up my own green
Who's tryna smoke with OD ashes all over my keys
Stoned wherever I'm at public execution
We gon roll the whole sack altitude went through the roof quick
Don't know if I should stand up or sit down
Which ways left which ways right looks I'm stuck now
Tryna find a way out
But I can't see where I'm going cause the smokes too thick
Think I better lay down
Cause this hallways getting longer and my stomachs bout to flip
Roll it light it repeat til the bags dry
My feet never touch the ground man I stay high
(Who's smoking with me)
Always been the shit studio filled with flies
Writing line after line just me and the La
(Who's smoking with me)