[Verse 1: HV Gutter] still rollin up, still not a blunt, still talkin bout what them
Lil n***as want, see what they doing ain't real n***as front, I got
That dope n***a come get a bump, something from nothing gang, I want
The money man f** a fame, wonderin why I f** dont f** with lames, I
See in the mirror how far I came, yeah, dog I swear I god she
Recognized me from the music I ain't even know her name I was with my
n***as RowlandMaryWayne she was tryna chill I swear they all the same
Purple haze all up in my brain, lately things don't seem the same, out
My window I could see the rain, in my eyes you can see the pain I was
On the corner like a meter maid I can see the game needing V okay I'm
Bouta grind for it n***as hating on me no time for it I just make a
Beat and then I write a rhyme for it, play it at show lets these
n***as know it's my mine bro if n***as calmed down and spent some time
On it maybe I would I play it round my homies but I'm only gettin
Better now, ain't no way a n***a switchin up, get a zip and ima twist
On my grind until I'm rich as f**, competition rollin Swishers up
I'm rollin Raws while I'm wish em luck, ain't no penalty for giving
Love, but when it's me you feeling different huh, I know
[Chorus 2x] I swear I feel like it's 2012... still kick it with same
Stoners... you would be wrong if you think that I did it sober... Ima
k** all you n***as fore the year is over...
[Verse 2: HV Gutter] back, back, back, back, back, back, I'm back on my sh**, back
On tha, map, roll a zag, with, a bad little b**h, friends that I had
Gon be mad when I'm rich, Ima stay off lifted off that cannabis, stay
To myself how I handle this sh**, they sleepin me like a Zan and a zip
I'm the man in sh** roll a gram and then flickin my bic and then pa**
It then dab on a b**h, n***as thought that I was dancin and sh**
Heat the rig and put some wax on that b**h, shout out all my real
Stoners, they copy us but can't clone us, where were you when we was
Loners we was smokin doobies out on the corner roll up 7 doobies out
Of a quarter, n***as gotta get the scores up that's why all the hoes
Come towards us, we f** em hard and y'all boredom she wanna ride my
Dick from here to Florida, n***as hatin in my city shoulda been from
Pittsburgh or New Orelans, or California with it blow about a zip I'm
Backstage with smoking with the baddest b**h
In a ziplock how we package it, all my n***as Savages doing bad sh**
My n***as never had to quit, I smoke a jay in the whip, hop out then
Smoke a jay in the VIP, shout out the n***as who waited on this, they
Ain't gon hate its okay cause i'm lit n***as know
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