We ain't talkin practice
It's life allen
k**in all these rappers
The white bandit
Never wear a mask
He's too fast to grab him
Wish he had one last wish
In his basket
But all he got is a dream
A 12 pack, and his last 8th of weed
Got a bright future, forgot his sungla**es
So now he's blind in a world full of savages
Can't even see where his path is
Used to want to have a b**h
But now he can't handle sh**
Clean on the outside, a mess on the inside
Stuck between the choice of a dream and a good job
Never been the type to wear his hear on his sleeve
Cuz everytime good happened it eventually leaked
Always knew karma was on the creep
Probably shoulda never stole from cars on the street
Probably never shoulda started smokin weed
Or pouring drinks, sh** i don't know it's me
Anytime i'm down and out, the weed works
No matter how f**ed up i get, the dream lingers..
I know that i'm not at my best
Lately i been workin... makin progress
I got a lot of steps, there will be a lot of stress
Ill smoke a lot of weed, so ill be alright i guess, yep
Don't think life's about the green
Stop having goals, and start having dreams x2
Said stop slackin off
And start practicing
Actually f** practicign
I'm drunk and have to pee
Attacking beats is a practice
And i don't even scrimmage rookies
Balls to the wall at the party
I'm mixing gin and cookies
I don't need practice allen
Roll up a raw with some girls
I know i can't have a blast with
Tippin my gla** of lemonade and bombay
I deny a b**h a sip
And she give me lebron's face