Verse 1:
Prophet of the higher kings, profit from the proper wings
Gettin higher as I puff it, puffin on the finer things
Finer things irrelevant to higher beings
I'm the Michael Meyers of this rapping sh** so take a hit
And follow me, this is where the sorrow leaves
I say puff puff pa** that Marijuana leaf
Blue and red, as I rest, stressin from my toe to head
All the Blue Dream must have sunk me down all in my bed
Making bread, sayin sh** I shouldn't say
f** the police, f** the government, I f**ing wish they lay
A carca** of political distress, what a mess
Smoking sess, but this sh** won't keep me calm and collect
This the sh**, keep us distant from like here to Tibet
So f** the feds, you know there ain't no more tears to be shed
Time is money, so no more shredding Benjamins
Copped a rolly on my wrist! Felt so much richer than
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In the past, we rollin up that gas
Pedal to the metal man we goin hella fast
Never on a fast, man always eatin good
Ain't a backpack rapper and I can't say that i'm from the hood
But i'm workin hard for this sh**, Hip Hop's in my blood
Never doin drug's again, ain't a f**in thug
Family's always poor, I was born in New York
So when I be comin up ain't goin back to before
Verse 2:
So let's bring it back to the past, never did I last
Puffin on the chronic but I knew I should be spittin raps
Always f**ed over my family for some bullsh**
What the f** is with me? Why am I so foolish?
My mom gave me everything I ever needed
But all I ever did was stay conceited, best believe it
Now i'm pissed off, better sip the Cristal
Drink my pain away so I could go and pop some sh** off
Ironic isnt it? I ain't fixing sh** i'm just bullsh**tin it
Takin lines of Xanax as I panic from the medicine
Like Edison, 3rd eye lightened up so I'm ahead of it
Rappin for the hell of it
My flow's like crack, that's dope that's wack
That's coke, that's smack, better fall right back
As I fall into addiction, better fix it right back
Everlasting in the memories of mastering this craft
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