Fiend - Yesterday's Sativa lyrics

ATM: Welcome to the life of a n***a on his last My future seem haunted by the events of my past This stoner sh** ain't a gimmick...this the life that im living Roll my problems up... with this pink champagne that im twisting Blowing back... waiting for this rapping sh** to pick up Sometimes it seems like my n***as... is ready to f**ing give up Kallay gotta feed his kids... BLK wanna show his momma Kenwood a single father who need to provide for his daughter And me HMMM lets see.. I got people to prove wrong A mother to move home, and family damage to undo um My life is in the ruins... thats why i work so hard at this music Scheme while puffin this og ... my n***a lay .. got the blue dream My girl want me to go to school but i tell her im chasing my dream Street botanist ... weed poetry .. say Alrite! and you know its me On stage is where im spose to be.. then them hoes gon notice Still high as f** from yesterday potpourrri Chorus: EveryDay I get higher than the day b4... I dont know how much stress i can take anymore I want all my problems to just go away I leave them in yesterday ATM: I turn my stress into smoke... my problems into ashes Can't wait until this pa**ion turn my taurus to an ashton n***as say i ain't gon make it .. say i ain't gon be sh** But its cool for them to hate ... cuz they girl all on my dick Wifey say she want some kids... but i ain't ready for that yet How can i provide yall? .. when i struggle with my self All i buy is weed , gas, and sneaks HAVE TO DEAL WITH THESE PRODUCERS OVER TAXING ME FOR BEATS Ask my n***as at cla**ick ... studio time ain't cheap.... Put my heart and my wallet in this.... and give it to yall for free Never did i take a day off... so i know this sh** gon pay off Tryna be with a b**h laid up .. while n***as is getting laid off How could you nazi(not see) .. i k** sh** .. like adolf In the dark doing d** by myself...like ray charlessss Sprinkle it with some keef.. not a indian but i chief Yesterdays sativa is where im tryna reach Chorus Fiend: I just rolled up a mean one Not in the shower but here the steam come Lost smelling like a whole pound look what fiend done Break it down, roll it up, like a re-run Use the ashtray homie i just got them seats done Floating on clouds serving to the streets Need to hit the beach with a freak Booty soft as a peach But reality be, you hustle 3x it hard to get half of ya check Nice with them sports or your flight on dat set Im known to beat the block and ha drum to d**h Keep the green stocked, smoke sum for the stress Pack a paper and a lighter Skittles, now a latas, all niters Can't forget the bad times with alzheimer's Prices gon up on errthang My cousin shipped from jail 2 jail tryna settle in Iron gang sh** The trees do some lion tame sh** (and that og got ya mind like this) Chorus