I said yo this that slow grind

Got to wait to shine until its your time

And when its time I bet they go blind

I'm a fucking goldmine

Genius

Absurd, abstract and some obscene shit

Rolled up three spliffs

I light and repeat

And please relax, kick back

Pour drinks and kick jacks

Like way back, before I made rap

Now when the pen hit the paper it be looking like stained glass

All I really do is just state facts

And state to state they keep on calling back to replace packs

Like racetracks, I take that

But stay in your lane, know your place

Boy, just stay back

I ain't mad yet

Just tell me where the cash is

Tell me where the stash is

'Cause I know where you crashing

And I know where your mans is

Know that you're average, I'm a savage

I got a backseat full of bandits, and they laughing

All looking for action

Ratchet, how it get

When I'm with my faction, clique

No accident

Head to toe fashion

Your chick is steady grabbing dick

Gripping on where the fabric is

Bet not damage it

Hold up, you don't really get it

Why you talking to me?

And I got way stronger drugs than you could offer to me

And I don't really give a damn if I go off of the beat

Swing at your knees, I don't like nobody taller than me

See, I got to be the best to ever do it

I'm going through it

The motions amusing from potions I've been abusing

And I've been blue and secluded in rooms without any movement

Until the moon hits

Exit with a doob between my two lips

A fetish, I'm a fool, I'm getting too lit

Ingesting all these chemicals and my intestines let me know

Another sip means that I'll be sick

All this fucking medical

And ya'll still smoking reginald

I'll be the one to tell 'em so

Down with the shits though

In the club, blunts get blown like pistols

Gun smoke when I roll fronto

Pass to your bitch, one hit

And she donzo

Then she let me hit

Bad bitch came and went

I ain't come though

Police is tryna break right through the front door

But they can never catch me

They'll never arrest me

Skipping town, I bet I'm back-

By the end of next week

Keep my mess clean

Stress free, burn the best weed

And never trust things

That seem just to appease you, disease you

Love you, love you

Then they leave you to be you

It all becomes clear, smoke screens you couldn't see through

Signs that you saw, but signs you couldn't read through

Time that was lost, but time is just for people

Mind, it is gone

And go is what I need to do

Nothing to lose, no nothing to lose

The doc said I got some screws loose

I already knew

A couple of brews, a couple of doobs, a couple of shrooms

And I could couple sun with the moon

Thats what it do yo