Filthy Jazz - Dankmob (FIlthy) lyrics

[Verse 1] All I got is a vision and an eighth of pot Old f**s think I'm sh** cause I bake a lot Young stone f**ing dying in a vacant lot Filthy Jazz all in her mind and she think I'm God Seventeen with the wise of a f**ing monk And the n***a spit rock like f**ing punk And everywhere I tend to go n***as hate me And hoes wanna rape me to blow on the f**ing skunk Nobody makes real sh** in my generat' I tell her "babe, I need grip, make it generate" While I just showed her high in the drive Think I'm wild, I'm like a perf to the game On the ?peach? Straight sipping straight lean punch With my n***as six4 Mob through the city high Mack to the freak hoes Nothing but the scent of sativa to start my days Cause stressing ain't in my ways Expressions ain't in my face I'm galaxy switching slowly Ash it then hit the forty The a**es of b**hes glory You have it then sit it on me I'm Aquaman And cooler than who you f**ing I'd turn you into a goddess No time as I use the rubber Karate, I'd crane a rapper who says that Filthy is weak My n***as is on the creed Zombies for brain and lean I came up out the ground and surrounded in New Orleans And I'm pushing through the street f**ing pushing through the street [Hook] Mobbed up, smoking dank, f**ing everyday [Verse 2] I open up your motherf**ing mind, I'm devine Smoking pine with an opened dime, sipping purple slime And my vision is extraordinare I said my vision is extraordinare So many b**hes in my head, and this b**h I led And I been skipping school again, I need f**ing bread But I don't let it screw my head, I just free my head And let the raps do my dread, tell you who I is Had a vision I was [Hook]