Hip Hop & Weed
Yo... ay...
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
Yo, I'm on my grown man
The trees hella frosty, blaze the snowman
Coppers can't accost the floss
We grow on the legal
Wishin we stay po, when we roll hella regal
Feel me in the hood, screamin wats really good
Chillin out on the beach in the whip, ready to smush
Push to give back
Hustle to stay right
Sellin weed by the day
And rappin like every night
Shawty I wanna live
Travel to see the world
Bring smiles to kids
Fuck diamonds and pearls
Trust not a whole lotta
But I'm learning how to read niggas
So use caution whenever you step to me niggas
You see the weed is breezed, to help me ease the keys
Into my soul, make me whole, while I'm pleading please
They say get on your knees, pray to Jesus
But I don't understand why the nigga need us
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
I got a couple anger issues
When I was a child never cried through the tissues
I'd hit you, or diss you. Just shit on you niggas
But now I hit the beat with a pencil my niggas
Done been through the rain, still walk in the pain
The dark cloud ain't shiftin, I spark loud, get lifted
Bark out I spit this. My talk now inflictin
Some scars on your heart
While I walk out done ripped this shit
Sittin in the back while I hit this spliff
Checkin google maps movin endless kid
I made it to the bean, it would seem I could rest my chest
My hearts stress probably killin me
But still my moms tears got me illin b
My girl miss that I ain't there to feel her g
My next moves to a state with prohibition
I understand the risk, but I will accept the mission
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
Welcome to Black & Mild mufuckas...
This ya boi Lyric
We gon get it heavy in here tonight
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
Yo, I'm on my grown man
The trees hella frosty, blaze the snowman
Coppers can't accost the floss
We grow on the legal
Wishin we stay po, when we roll hella regal
Feel me in the hood, screamin wats really good
Chillin out on the beach in the whip, ready to smush
Push to give back
Hustle to stay right
Sellin weed by the day
And rappin like every night
Shawty I wanna live
Travel to see the world
Bring smiles to kids
Fuck diamonds and pearls
Trust not a whole lotta
But I'm learning how to read niggas
So use caution whenever you step to me niggas
You see the weed is breezed, to help me ease the keys
Into my soul, make me whole, while I'm pleading please
They say get on your knees, pray to Jesus
But I don't understand why the nigga need us
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
I got a couple anger issues
When I was a child never cried through the tissues
I'd hit you, or diss you. Just shit on you niggas
But now I hit the beat with a pencil my niggas
Done been through the rain, still walk in the pain
The dark cloud ain't shiftin, I spark loud, get lifted
Bark out I spit this. My talk now inflictin
Some scars on your heart
While I walk out done ripped this shit
Sittin in the back while I hit this spliff
Checkin google maps movin endless kid
I made it to the bean, it would seem I could rest my chest
My hearts stress probably killin me
But still my moms tears got me illin b
My girl miss that I ain't there to feel her g
My next moves to a state with prohibition
I understand the risk, but I will accept the mission
Hip Hop and weed, man (Weed man)
Ridin down the block while I breeze man (Breeze man)
Raisin hella options for the street fam (Street fam)
Throwin down glocks, no more beef
Ay...
Welcome to Black & Mild mufuckas...
This ya boi Lyric
We gon get it heavy in here tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Gordon
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