Baka The stoner - BluePrint Part 2 lyrics

Lights get low and these word get put together I'm putting art together as I pluck these gorgeous feather Cause the middle ground and basicing is really getting better I just pray it don't change up Like the weather I just pray when they in my eyes that speak truth I only speak the truth every time I'm on the booth You send me a track I break it down to mineral You really the beef boy I'll show you what my kin will do The conversation always stop when I enter the room My occupation was sweeping I used whip a broom Grind hard or starve Just know it's coming real soon Ambuois of stoner smoking till I hit the tombs They left off shots and hit me it's just the life lived It's a war in Chicago you better watch your kids My little troopers are solider I love them like my kin Digging tonel for riches I know the plan is gold Life on campus is nice I'm top of the toddle pole The answer is cla**ified and this meeting is getting closed Different cancer for generation sh**s getting cold Judging from your actions you'll happily sell soul And k** your mom and right hand for a pot of gold You thought his mouth his was a lock watch that n***a unfold sh**s been crazy I don't know who to trust Cause Friends can turn to haters like ashes can turn to dust I just been on my grind and some people think I'm switching up It's some things in my life that I gotta pick it up Lean all on the blunt with the purple potion mixi it up I know changed since the first impression And don't judge cause I bang Gand and I carry a weapons These streets are like girl house you can't be go without protection I would bow a n***a down with this smithin western We smoke his a** like taboco up in the smoking section I'm Michael vick throwing bullet I know them n***a catching 69th and king drive that's them boys profession So stop the talking before we teach your boys lesson You should know your limits Don't ever do a drug and you don't really know what's in it That's the reason she laying down and the room spinning I'm started heating up I guess I got the June feeling Back to these n***as who hating and unemployed They Hear me knocking at the door and hate I started making noise Always Tryna hate and disrespect the on boy All these n***a changed up All these n***a changed up The game did not change us we don't switch lanes The game will remain us