[Verse 1: JMT]
Me, im livin that fine life
Yeah I got my rhymes tight
And we gotta rush this sh** there's no such thing as the times right
A youngin' smokin a onion when you do this you gotta grind right
I sip good, I'm laid back, I beat it up in a maybach
I turn her on then she lay back
Im floatin' round with that space gat
A lot of n***as claim to be real
But most of em' fake I can say that
All I talk is common sense
I got a lot of sh** on my conscience
Im smoked out, I roll out
Have a n***a shoot up yo house
[Hook]
Weed stay on a n***a
I ain't scared to put it on her, she love it
God damn im rollin' up like its nothin'
I keep hoes by the group and I keep blunts by the dozen
I keep it real and you ain't bout nothin'
Weed stay on a n***a
I ain't scared to put it on her, she love it
God damn im rollin' up like its nothin'
I keep hoes by the group and I keep blunts by the dozen
I keep it real and you ain't bout nothin'
[Verse 2: JMT]
Bomb weed, thats the only recipe