Keep the E in it, Chevys on
Smoking weed in it
Girl, don't post me in your pictures
High as my aspirations
Clean as my gold day tons
The reason she can stop waiting to exhale
I'm smoking well
Breathin' clouds, castin' spells
Voodoo that I do
Don't leave me 'round your boo
Sleepless in Seattle
I'm up, I'm rolling fat ones
Grazin' on grass like
Cattle while coyotes lurk in the shadows
Usual suspects arrived in matching Corvettes with double barrels
Smokin' aces, take ten paces
Draw your weapon and
Pray to God you make it
In other words, shoot your shot at all costs
I guess that's what I'm saying
He got game
But not like mе, watch how I play it
Menace to society had us holding pistols
Firе sideways firing
O-Dog admiring
A-wax in that grand national sliding
Took 'em on them licks
Niggas got clipped and boys became men
Coolie high gadgets and contraptions
Like a golden eye spy with the vernacular
Or Superfly, the original vision
1972, I never done what they do
I don't get in it
Never been tempted to attend a party
That they threw
We good just being us
Hustlers from blue hill avenue
Theatre in the crib, the fuel from my pen
Plus the way that I live already the shit
Pull up in somethin' sick
Disappear without a trace
The man and the myth, look at him
Swear I should wear a cape when I do it
2004 Bape, bitch, you was clueless
Stuck on stupid
Literally superglued to it
I'm travelling without moving
Always in the new shit
Buy them hoopties and redo 'em
Stay back to the future
Moving
Hard top '76, we in it cruising
Drugs and music
Yeah, yeah, uh
Mhm, uh
Still tryna find
What Devin left up in that ashtray
Buddha loving, I been high since Friday
Let's get blown
She changed the music to some Sade
She asked how to roll a blunt
Baby, I show you my way
I been crumblin' herb since myspace
The jets landed
And my eyes kind of dilated
Spitta probably smoking weed
Up in that Cadillac
My grandfather said he need it for his cataracts
Day and night how it used to be
We on the ave tryna duck D's
How to fly now we overseas
Got connects and still flew it in
The Black Boston George
Who said I can't get stoned anymore?
I'm with my bitch
She tryna buy out the store
I'm too high
I'm 'bout to head out the door
I miss that haze
That purple Cam'ron was on
I never stopped dreaming
I always want more
Love without conditions
Only want it if it's pure
Tryna be optimistic
'Cause sometimes I could get lost in my thoughts just overthinking
Sometimes I feel ah, ah
Ayy
Ayy
Smokin' weed in it