[Produced by: DSavageBeats]
[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
I be smoking Kush in a all white castle
Fine a** b**h but she give me a ha**le
My music get weird but I'm getting weirder
But I'm still a G so it wouldn't make a different
See I'm the instructor and these n***as just listen
Shouts out to 8-Ball b**h its Space Age Pimpin'
On the three point clutch b**h I'm Scottie Pippen
Listen to the sounds as you hear the water drippin'
Feeling like the moon man
Five blunts in my hand
Wit' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand
n***as try to take my style but they ain't brutal, damn
Chris f**ing Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam
f** is you talking 'bout b**h I go f**in' HAM, just to get my bread and I don't need no f**in' jam
But I be taxing call me Uncle Sam, for my fam or Mr. "Roll-up a Blunt out of Three Grams"
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Still 'bout the city that I'm from, I'm not leaving
But still I gotta watch my f**in' back from these demons
A I be on the creep cause you know a n***a chief off that strong a** kush that will make your clothes reek
I be on another level I think I done reached my peak
If I'm hungry as f** I get high and eat a beat
I got plenty different flows and they all so unique
I got 20 different hoes and they all fine as me, huh
Smoking on this weed and it got me high as f**
Nah, I ain't paranoid but my brain on a rush
Goddamn, where I'm at?
Goddamn, what the f**? (sigh)
Roll another blunt, b**h I don't give a f**
Watch me smoke
And watch me choke