[Verse 1: Theodore]
Smoke one sack, two hours right back
I'mma need a nice pack of that A.J. Green
Don't like that hear the AK scream
Might take a spiked bat, melee they're team
Catch me driving like I'm Iverson
Smoking on the best and my high I'm at the height of it
Followed by the niacin
Fried like appliances
Shades on in the lab I could be a scientist
You smoking on that silent, I'm smoking on that violet
Go so ham side of it at the diner
Call on the line, talk a while to the sponsor
Couple extra dollars if I smile on the flyer
Style so designer
Got 'em jumping headfirst
That's a piledriver
You better hope these meds work
And I'm far from corny
But if y'all are talking gold then I'm Robert Horry
Long range down one, keep the spread covered
Points are a plus cause I didn't bet the under
Teddy bread and bu*ter
Oh so smooth
Just facts no flash
That's a photo booth
Cocoa tooth
I should of wrote yo' tunes
Rappers oh so sweet
I'm in a fo' do' jeep
Straight to the source cause the middleman green
Straight to the source with a full magazine
Clip, b**h, didn't listen to my sh**
If they did they would love it like I'm DJ Quik
Bought a couple O's on a three way split
So yo' special event is some weekday sh**
Relay lit, pa** the baton
And when that runs out we're gonna pack the bong
And when that runs out we're gonna pack the bowl
You look at Dollaz wrong and yo' casket closed (BANG!)
Outside the corner sto' in the five seater
I don't wanna rob I don't wanna drive either
f** it man I'll drive just head up inside
And a couple minutes later we're on the other side, alive
A Bic, some chips, and a two liter
Head to the sticks and we light up this blue reefer
Rapping as a baby
Been on rap tours since Kobe gave 'em eighty...
One!
[Verse 2: Nicholas]
The world turns everyday gets darker
Still my blunt burn every time i spark it
Children of the stars, whats the problem
Send chills down your spine
Rhymes rewind, its fine
Sippin' Carlo Rossi wine
Get lost as the mood climb
Find the space to free my mind
Heed in time, speeding I'm
Flying by at the speed of time
I don't even need a nine
Empty sylabulls will pierce your spine
Peace of mind, Paul Pierce from the line
Feeding my, persistent grind
Pissing on you peons
Opinions I sh** upon
I need a porcelain kitchen just to f**ing free my vibes
Import a foreign b**h just to f** and feed her lines
She feeds me grapes
From the vine
I don't see her eyes
I see my life
Between the lines
Freedom's mine
As the moon rises from behind
And the sun falls from the sky
I take the time and examine my life
A camera man without sight
From the bigger picture
To splitting swishers
And sipping on expensive liquor
I'm always down to keep the ThC up in my system
My soul is so far from the solar
And so far I burn more than a quasar
Y'all fluffy like a croissant
But still so salty like a pissant
I'm smoking like a gram
Kevin love for three like a Grizzly
I wish marijuana was free
With my wool socks, damn that sh** comfy