Zaza
Yeah
Muhfuckers don't even know that i be coping off of this shit man
Muhfuckers treat me like a whole diffrent being
Just cuz of some smoke
That shit fucking crazy man
It don't matter how good i am at some shit, how much i can excel at some shit
They look at the fact that i'm smoking dope
That shit stupid as fuck man
Muhfuckers don't know how to appreciate nothing off of me man, i don't give no fuck man
All cuz of some smoke, that shit crazy
Yeah, I got stoner problems, problems, problems
So I stay off that zaza, zaza, zaza
I can't find no job uh, job uh, job uh
So it's stack or starve uh, starve uh, starve uh
I can't get no love uh, love uh, love uh
So Mary who I trust uh, trust uh, trust uh
Exotic got me up uh, up uh, up uh
Now I don't give a fuck uh, fuck uh, fuck uh
Been through so much shit that my emotions outta control
Had to find some some shit to regulate, to help me cope
My plug told me he got exotic for the low
So I took my a whole check and I dropped it on some smoke
Smarted smoking dope and now my family losing hope
They think I'm doing crazy shit like Heroin or coke
I can't even keep a bitch, they think I'm too far gone
Damn I really hate it, because marriage what I want
Damn, I want a family, damn I want a son
Now I just got this blunt, so I show it love
Had dropped outta college because it made me feel dumb
Said a piece of paper won't determine my outcome
Unless that paper green, as the shit I'm rolling up, yeah
All I know is gleam, even when I'm high as fuck, yeah
Bitch Im so supreme, April 1994, yeah
Since I came out the womb I had to get it on my own
All them fucking that days that I had slept on the floor, yeah
All that work missed because I ain't got no back ground
Said the shit I'm good at isn't helpful at they store
And I ain't got the ends to be buying fake piss
Or do all those goofy tricks just to make it through the door
Shout out to the people who had tried to help me grow
Y'all the reason I keep moving, got too much I owe
Yeah I'm from Chicago where people kill for show
Where the lower class barely got shit on the stove
Gotta make it out I gotta story to be told
And when I tell that story imma be off gelato
Yeah, I got stoner problems, problems, problems
So I stay off that zaza, zaza, zaza
I can't find no job uh, job uh, job uh
So it's stack or starve uh, starve uh, starve uh
I can't get no love uh, love uh, love uh
So Mary who I trust uh, trust uh, trust uh
Exotic got me up uh, up uh, up uh
Now I don't give a fuck uh, fuck uh, fuck uh
Muhfuckers don't even know that i be coping off of this shit man
Muhfuckers treat me like a whole diffrent being
Just cuz of some smoke
That shit fucking crazy man
It don't matter how good i am at some shit, how much i can excel at some shit
They look at the fact that i'm smoking dope
That shit stupid as fuck man
Muhfuckers don't know how to appreciate nothing off of me man, i don't give no fuck man
All cuz of some smoke, that shit crazy
Yeah, I got stoner problems, problems, problems
So I stay off that zaza, zaza, zaza
I can't find no job uh, job uh, job uh
So it's stack or starve uh, starve uh, starve uh
I can't get no love uh, love uh, love uh
So Mary who I trust uh, trust uh, trust uh
Exotic got me up uh, up uh, up uh
Now I don't give a fuck uh, fuck uh, fuck uh
Been through so much shit that my emotions outta control
Had to find some some shit to regulate, to help me cope
My plug told me he got exotic for the low
So I took my a whole check and I dropped it on some smoke
Smarted smoking dope and now my family losing hope
They think I'm doing crazy shit like Heroin or coke
I can't even keep a bitch, they think I'm too far gone
Damn I really hate it, because marriage what I want
Damn, I want a family, damn I want a son
Now I just got this blunt, so I show it love
Had dropped outta college because it made me feel dumb
Said a piece of paper won't determine my outcome
Unless that paper green, as the shit I'm rolling up, yeah
All I know is gleam, even when I'm high as fuck, yeah
Bitch Im so supreme, April 1994, yeah
Since I came out the womb I had to get it on my own
All them fucking that days that I had slept on the floor, yeah
All that work missed because I ain't got no back ground
Said the shit I'm good at isn't helpful at they store
And I ain't got the ends to be buying fake piss
Or do all those goofy tricks just to make it through the door
Shout out to the people who had tried to help me grow
Y'all the reason I keep moving, got too much I owe
Yeah I'm from Chicago where people kill for show
Where the lower class barely got shit on the stove
Gotta make it out I gotta story to be told
And when I tell that story imma be off gelato
Yeah, I got stoner problems, problems, problems
So I stay off that zaza, zaza, zaza
I can't find no job uh, job uh, job uh
So it's stack or starve uh, starve uh, starve uh
I can't get no love uh, love uh, love uh
So Mary who I trust uh, trust uh, trust uh
Exotic got me up uh, up uh, up uh
Now I don't give a fuck uh, fuck uh, fuck uh
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Writer(s): Khyron Henry
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