[Verse1: Wes Kraven]
Hellen Keller pack boy it's off in the sack
Face a Blunt of that and a worm of the wax
Budget for my weed man it comes to some stacks
Rolled somethin sticky now I'm stuck like a tack
If you come to smoke wit me betta roll jus more than three
Rollin up a whole oz...smokin like a rasta B
Couple of that good OG...one more of that blue dream
Nother of that sour d...finish wit a brownie...I'm lifted
Good piff lit...ask for you don't get...this my sh**
Can't hit this...you pay up...make it quick
Pre rolled sticks...that good sh**...flick my bic...they get lit
Take one hit...you feel it...no love clique...smoke perfect
28 strong and I call it Fred Taylor...no I'm not a Taylor
I don't do papers...L's like a OG...born in the 90's
Look for the smoke cloud if u need to find me...off fine weed
That top shelf...presidential...wake up...in the morning
It's essential...Cali pack...call it LA confidential
Highed up...floating in my residential
[Verse 2: Lav]
Kick back & relax , as I twist my Dutch get my thoughts lifted up smoke to much got me stuck
These f** n***as , f** b**hes try stressing me sticking to the script ain't nobody writing sh** for me
My mind be racing no Daytona 500
28 grams in cops storm me out in public cause they say I'm to loud that's just the pack talking
I roll a couple spliffs I put that WAX on it
NL the crew LPC
All we do is blow
Selling gas that LP
Tryna flip some dough
Tried to quit many times all I do smoke
Stress weighing down on my cloud is where I go to coast
A different world got me surfing on a spaceship
Lighting up the nite , the next day I do the same sh**
Wake & bake to start my day off I stay faded
That bob marley rasta boy & i'm still blazing
No sticks & no seeds in my joints n***a
Break it down with the grinder no stress either
Need that medical for days that's the pain reliever
Take a plane that pilot sh** like i'm wiz khalifa