Unlimited

CHO

Light a joint, get high as fuck
Roll that weed, I got a dutch
No such thing as I smoke too much
Went from K to OG Kush
Every day a new adventure, new weed new swisher
New me, new picture
No caption, vocabbing
So fucked up off four tablets
Look at the world it's so tragic
Chop it, cure it, bag it
Bad habits got me speaking graphic
Money addict, count it, stack it
Got me fluent in mathematics
This my light when the sun don't shine, so damn high jump out my body
Psychedelic stoner party, brand new life, brand new Audi
Used to not brag now I say the shit proudly
Can't Help Out if you ain't grow up around me
This is me, if you don't like it, suck it
Circle so small, I ain't on that trust shit
I love when bitches be rushing
Smoking and busting, selling and fucking
End of discussion
Juuging, no Justice, oh you know Justice, tell her we thugging
This ain't how it was meant to be, now we enemies
Smoke for ten of me, calm the inner me, my inner CHO
Fulfill my goal, I'm back on road
No time for hoes, my money grows with or without
Been in drought, I'm out and about making my rounds
Sold me a pound, nowhere to be found
Am I up, am I down, I ain't talking to clowns
They be running they mouth too much, smoking that loud too much
Sound too much like them and them
From Kendrick Lamar to Eminem, he's so sick, so venomous
Every song's a hit or miss, so I'm coming up with superstar sentences to make up for my fucked up penmanship, and that's real as shit
I'm ill as shit, like syphallis when it's infinite, so ridiculous
I'm stoned off that splendiforous, magnificent, blendipomous
Heard some lame tryna ride my wave
Sink they ship, that's a watery grave
Trap my body, can't trap my brain
I'm doing me, gotta individuate
Don't get in the way, I'm Bobby Boucher in '98 tryna move that weight



Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Gause-fishback
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