Chris Cash The Gifted - Final Hour lyrics

You need to pa** around the blunt though Lemme show you my little hero Bet you gon taste the mayo Out on the streets.. I feel like a zombie Tell my n***as to come over cuz i know its gonna be a hell of a party Weed n***a we be gone away Its been a while since ive been awake Didn't took a little taste, got that feeling in the face Smoking on that loud, I'll make your b**h inhale C9 know that we go hard for this we have to keel it thrill Dat purp, my n***a, popular, demand n***a My b**h screams for some more, n***a She can ride the dick no hands Can't stop here i need to get that dough Something you need to know Im on that music sh** cloud 9 is with who i roll Bout to roll one up thank god for this weed that i got And this last bar i forgot how it goes I be with mary jane its solow right here Smoking on that purp gettin up in the atmosphere Man i go hard Can't have no fear Come hang out in the clouds Ill make you disappear Wakin up bakin up gettin on that level So mean with these rhymes i feel like a f**in devil Its like im chained up what i need to do Is smoke some more get more drinks you know thats my cue Getting f**ed up with my blunt rolled up Chillin in my corner with your b**h on top Im braindead got this feeling in my head Doing wrong doing right i think ill do myself instead Bullet to the head thats how i go Just try to understand how my mind flows Painted my windows all black im feelin like a crow Ill just do anything to get that dough Lisen closely to understand how we get control Im on that explicit sh** i know my role f** with us ill be the one to put you in the hole Break it up fill it up you know how i roll