Productively Stoned
Dick up in her mouth
Weeknd playing in the background
Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
I sat down, don't let me back out
I'm on my last round
Getting old sucks, 'cause everybody gotta die
I got nine lives
And I don't be tryna hide
I'm just exclusive
It's all love if you don't like my music
You just cool being a cool loser, nigga, what's to it?
And you don't fear something that you can laugh at
I'm past that
I'm still taking jab steps, they mad 'cause we had next
And they wasn't tryna pick us 'cause they bitched up
And then we took this whole shit over
On my Chicago shit, but
I'm still classy, that comment was all backhanded
Kanye started a church to duck the tax
Man, I'm M.C. Hammer with fat pants
Shout out to the crackheads
You saved the bits like the last dance
Better details, huh
Find something to play with
I'm not a Happy Meal
Stumbled in the party with a pack of pills
They just actin' real
We gettin' higher than Chapel Hill
Since a lil' nigga was stackin' bills, tap and kill
You was cappin' still
Dick up in her mouth
Weeknd playing in the background
Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
I sat down, don't let me back out
I'm on my last round
Weeknd playing in the background
Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
I sat down, don't let me back out
I'm on my last round
Getting old sucks, 'cause everybody gotta die
I got nine lives
And I don't be tryna hide
I'm just exclusive
It's all love if you don't like my music
You just cool being a cool loser, nigga, what's to it?
And you don't fear something that you can laugh at
I'm past that
I'm still taking jab steps, they mad 'cause we had next
And they wasn't tryna pick us 'cause they bitched up
And then we took this whole shit over
On my Chicago shit, but
I'm still classy, that comment was all backhanded
Kanye started a church to duck the tax
Man, I'm M.C. Hammer with fat pants
Shout out to the crackheads
You saved the bits like the last dance
Better details, huh
Find something to play with
I'm not a Happy Meal
Stumbled in the party with a pack of pills
They just actin' real
We gettin' higher than Chapel Hill
Since a lil' nigga was stackin' bills, tap and kill
You was cappin' still
Dick up in her mouth
Weeknd playing in the background
Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
I sat down, don't let me back out
I'm on my last round
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Writer(s): Christopher Harris
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