Gangstarr told you [?]
Something to smoke to
Something to ride to
You can get high to and lie to
[Freddie Gibbs - Verse 1]
Now you know like I know
I done blown every kind of do' you can blow
Regulator, mid-grade, stress to the dro
Then I went to Cali and I came upon some sh** that go 800 to 0 [?]
King Kush, straight k**er, that's how I refer to it
A pound ain't enough, you know I'ma burn through it
Then my n***as gone be stuck when I put it in the air, mayne
14 grams in my drawers on the airplane
[Bridge]
Smoke like I never smoked before
Green like I never seen before
Woke up and smoked the bud, sky high (sky high)
[Freddie Gibbs - Verse 2]
Buds circulating like a Sunday paper
Break my Swisher with my thumb, motherf** a razor
n***a you's a liar if you say it don't phase ya
That other kind of reefer can't get you as high as I take ya
Take a hit of this, I call it down goes Fraizer, a clown don't pay ya [?]
They come to my spot with minimal paper
Want to cop a dino with just a nickel for later
I keep a heat for feuding, got a cutie from Jamaica
They say her daddy and her uncle grow it by the acre
I wonder where it started, my need to blow trees?
Ever since a teen I would proceed to smoke weed
f** a punk job, I got a need for more cheese
Tell me, who's more addicted, me or the dope fiend?
n***as with no dreams let their nightmares k** them
I promised to never let the ghetto turn me into a victim
I swear there should be a law against living in this condition
Making it to 21 wasn't part of my premonition
But I did it, dro sack, lit it
Pulled my drawers down at the top of the world and straight sh** it
Told motherf**ers my flow was big business (Outta your range)
I could make a n***a 10 digits (n***as is lame)
All these n***as know is flip pigeons
Get b**hes, keep a chopper with an extension, b**hless
And I know I done did hella dirt
But n***as is out of line, these kids is getting murked
For real, the sh** hurt when I read it in the post
Made me want to vacate my city and get ghost
Tell my peeps and my folks that I'm out this b**h
Fire up some k**er, about to flow my way up out this sh**
Cause I was raised in these goddamn streets
Plus I got much game, like my n***a Skrilla, been puffing since I was 13
Mary Jane only dame keep a n***a sane
I break her down, roll her up and smoke away the pain - mayne
[Freddie Gibbs - Outro]
Smoke away the pain
I'm looking in the paper man, there's dudes out there disrespecting the game man
Running wild, k**ing these babies man, it ain't cool
Shouts out to Charlie Real, Jordan Hunt
A 4 month old, 23 month old getting k**ed
And their mothers, Andrea Real, Gina Hunt
Rest in Peace to all y'all
Jazia Shaw [?], another baby getting gunned down at 15 months man (Rest in Peace)
For real man, in the streets y'all n***as gotta slow down, that sh** for cowards bro
Rest in Peace to all them
Shout out to all my n***as
Jay Beedo [?], sky high, DJ Rock, sky high, Skybox, sky high
My n***a OJ, smoke something, Ironwood, sky high
My n***a Roll, you know we stay sky high n***a
Rest in peace Boots[?]!
Smoking and riding, the world is cold baby
Rest in Peace to Little Lord
All my n***as, Midwest, sky high