take a hit of this bomb weed, its the only thing i need
to become a lyrical genius and direct hate towards greed
talk shit, fuck a bitch, and take it to you real fast
was once an angry child, its now a thing in the past
suddenly hear sirens, speed away half dead and laughing
popo got burned so bad they gonna need a skin-graphing
oh no, im a little low on this sticky dro, ho
do you know where i can hook up and get some mo?
its just my crazy flow, that turns multiple heads
as i sit at my desk writing endless threads
about how my friends and family always end up dead
and about the countless nights ive been up in my bed
i grew up fast, although some grew up quicker
i drownd out bad memories with weed and liquor
i grew up in more than poverty but less than wealth
god may be watching but i have to watch out for myself
