Craig Hop the KinG - Grove lyrics

[Verse 1] I rap vicious The sh** I smoke off your wish list I ain't got the time for these b**hes, Kid This life I live is committed To be sinning and winning My friend you know it's delicious My tendencies be malicious I tend to be that sadistic Contender like De Niro Take this blunt to my neuro- Loud smoke so I can't hear though Don't give a f**, I'm a weirdo Or Spyro, burn it down High grade, no cap and gown I be that pyro with the crown (P-P-Pyro with the crown) Blue dream and sour Diesel Mix it up with sacred beetles Swear that I was born evil Everything I love illegal Swear I was born regal Or had the eye of an eagle Like Altair- They say that it ain't fair but I'mma still drop the flow lethal I'mma still smoke up my people I'mma stop worrying bout sh** Cause theres too much life to be lived And there ain't enough me to give And they say they do this sh** for the kids But who they kid, this for my future son Pay a college bill of a number one f** a college bill, Let my knowledge run Put my parents up off like one tour Buy a bag of weed off my own decor Wait a minute I can see the reason why all of these haters sore And what they hate us for It's undebatable Im unbeatable off this clove Hotter than an Auschwitz stove Go on kid [Chorus] Burn the whole grove Burn the whole grove (Grove) Burn the whole grove (X4) [Verse 2] Don't believe me just watch Cop that medical by the crop I smoke hella grove with my squad Keep yo eye closed y'all fraud Plato built you the cave Play on yo digital wave Me? I'mma smoke until Babylon fall Cause I ain't no slave No-No-No, Fresh out my grave I got my own soul to save Why I be rolling this potent And take it straight to the flames TGP You can not f** with me Make sure they know the name I say I love what I'm living Given this energy focused I feel aligned by this lotus I heal my mind with this lotus Keep my real homies close, But my opponents the closest (Pow Pow Pow) Rap Game Super Sayian Way I atone these vibrations Getting stoned with my masons Blow that vapor out adjacent to these people paper chasing Smoke that k**ah, straight Jason Bet it hit wit me no trace And good gracious, That grove bodacious These fools so basic This grove it gon' take me places My own oasis- For some Bohemian Meditation (Shhhh) But homie don't tell You was in first, but I got the blue shell Light that emergency You ain't heard it from me Good weed been the recipe Since Moses smoked with the third degrees [Outro] Smoking blunts since high school Like "Oh my God ain't I cool" My eyes lower than my IQ Pray to God I ain't die soon (X4)