I don't feel bad about kidnapping the joint now
because he walked in so I know everybody will be smoking.
I won't just be a jackass
in the fucking box with the joint,
Flutes accompanied by strings,
flower blossoms painted on
our bottles of champagne,
we mix it with that Hennessy
privilege doing my thing,
just a fashion killer at the funeral
with thousand dollar frames.
I've been wearin' jeans more often,
I'm feelin' extra bossish
Even your life won't cover the cost,
I heard you paint houses,
we been havin' a trouble -free run
But we on some next -level shit,
Shooters on the roof like
I've been growing paranoid,
I seen so many homies killed
Some of them wasn't my boys,
but you know I still feel the pain
Cause I know exactly what it is
All the moves y made, the stack changed,
I think about my nigga Meek Mill,
but that's just how we live in this game
Survivors remorse, our homies die,
We glow up for em, pour up for em,
on the hood of my farm, farm
I think about my nigga J -Stone
And pop smoke, though we never met
Your originality, I had to respect
I look around and see who's left
I'm bout to pull up all all my homies,
Smokin' dead high, close to the door
Chevrolet's all switches, nigga
and it be passin' in a bitch
Wouldn't talk about it, it's
If you need to see it, nigga,
Chevrolet's all switches, nigga
Smokin' weed on Chev high,
Gettin' crazy high from my nanny,
Still carry on with me, yeah
Every time a nigga spit, yeah
Like my dog stealing, yeah, yeah
