Fiend

Every day i breathe, I be after G's
Yea im talkin green, moulah or the weed
Tryna make it spread, get the dough i knead (need)
Pop up with a queen, pop her like a bean

Blinding all the scene, they cant even see
Man that pack is lean, have u catchin Z's
When its calling me i be on the scene
When it come to green, imma fuckin fiend

No promethezine, purple in my green
Blue up in my jeans, thats 100 clean
Spend up what i need, hustle in my genes
Feeling like a kai, lookin too supreme

Movin thru the debris, splittin up the seas
Leavin money seeds, sweet as honey bees
Got too many talents, it should be 100 me's
I feel outta balance imma smoke another G

Every day i breathe, i be after G's
Yea I'm talkin green, money or the weed
Pop up lookin clean, pop up witha queen
Pop off wit the team, shining like a beam

Blinding all the scene, they cant even see
Man that pack is lean, putchu right to sleep
Late night i be seen, im the type to creep
When it come to green, imma fuckin fiend

Its a fuckin shame, i cant be at ease
Got me on the edge, workin jus to eat
Wanna be the boss? gotta pay the fees
Building up the weak, flirtin wit defeat

Every other week, mission get complete
Wrappin up a beat, i make swisher sweets
Smokin at the beach, roll up like a jeep
Smokin on hawaiian tree, getcho freak she eyeing me

Wanna blow me like a reed, on me like a t
Burnin maple leaves, cake up then i leave
Make another scheme, i need to succeed
Followin my dreams, every day i breathe,

Every day i breathe, I be after G's
Yea im talkin green, moulah or the weed
Tryna make it spread, get the dough i knead (need)
Pop up with a queen, pop her like a bean

Blinding all the scene, they cant even see
Man that pack is lean, have u catchin Z's
When its calling me i be on the scene
When it come to green, imma fuckin fiend



Credits
Writer(s): Myles Rowe
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