ash in my eye rub that keep on smoking roll it fold it it toke it pass dat to bro bro hold it ye a man's fried i'm high im floating no ghost writer u know who wrote it write up a tune and post it up on the corner posted big zoot bill barrels that's how i'm coping stress feeling depressed but dem man don't notice wack ona beat imz is the coldest pick up a pack and i already sold it man's misguided antisocial change up the flow and keep on stepping pour up some juices now i ain't moving pick up an 8th free draw included too much drip i'm producing trapstar shooters shooting ain't been fed from a spoon ting feel like a chef wit this food ting all these customers consuming didn't do much of the schooling man i feel stupid too much beef tryna do up a student that was side stream back to a mainstream movement I don't want to hear that the man got bars Go round abouts in, foreign cars you know that the cars was ours No not rental are you high on mars Blurry vision I can't see far Need my ting to guide her arse They don't see circles their seeing stars Chat your shit cuz u ain't got bars I don't wna hear the man got beef Ain't no fairy but l'll take your teeth We use them teeth to spray Get man on his knees beg and pray done it right and i done it left dig it down and chinged his chest i got the 4 4 no weirdo chase why they stop me some weirdo jake's