Earthie
I'm smokin earth I won't pass
I'm sauced but I won't crash
I left that bitch in the past
You gotta maintain
If you wanna last
Smoking on this purple
Had a thought
But it kept running of
I don't wanna be the one who had it
But i lost it all
Had a couple things on the list
I done crossed it off
You ain't out the kennel
You too little
You is not a dog
You know me I'm up in the smoke
Niggas said they on now
Was that part of the joke
Niggas dissing other niggas
Well that's something i won't
Cause I'm too high to see em now
I lay up fuck around dunk
Foreal
You can call me v
And please don't mind the niggas
Wildn standing next to me
And please don't foul me out
Because we ain't bring no referee
I got the recipe
I'm just a different pedigree
Sweet
Jesus
Make me believers
Make em all regret the time
They tried to leave us
I hope you know I'm fine
And everything's beneath up
Under the rug
Shitty clean up
But fuck it
I'm the one who do it
Then they say i over does it
I'm the one they saying they seeing smoke in public
I ain't really need nothing
But a mission and a quarter of the finest green
She hit my phone
I ain't see it
I can't find the thing
On a road to the riches
We want finer things
Designer things
It's fuck 12
Your honor
Please Let my niggas out them cells
So We can burn some trees
I'm different
Had it then you missed
I know this forsure
Im always be consistent
I'm hippie
And a bad boy like the pistons
Talk a slick to him
We gon smash on em
Dip quick
Roll another zone to yo dome
Like a hit stick
I'm sauced but I won't crash
I left that bitch in the past
You gotta maintain
If you wanna last
Smoking on this purple
Had a thought
But it kept running of
I don't wanna be the one who had it
But i lost it all
Had a couple things on the list
I done crossed it off
You ain't out the kennel
You too little
You is not a dog
You know me I'm up in the smoke
Niggas said they on now
Was that part of the joke
Niggas dissing other niggas
Well that's something i won't
Cause I'm too high to see em now
I lay up fuck around dunk
Foreal
You can call me v
And please don't mind the niggas
Wildn standing next to me
And please don't foul me out
Because we ain't bring no referee
I got the recipe
I'm just a different pedigree
Sweet
Jesus
Make me believers
Make em all regret the time
They tried to leave us
I hope you know I'm fine
And everything's beneath up
Under the rug
Shitty clean up
But fuck it
I'm the one who do it
Then they say i over does it
I'm the one they saying they seeing smoke in public
I ain't really need nothing
But a mission and a quarter of the finest green
She hit my phone
I ain't see it
I can't find the thing
On a road to the riches
We want finer things
Designer things
It's fuck 12
Your honor
Please Let my niggas out them cells
So We can burn some trees
I'm different
Had it then you missed
I know this forsure
Im always be consistent
I'm hippie
And a bad boy like the pistons
Talk a slick to him
We gon smash on em
Dip quick
Roll another zone to yo dome
Like a hit stick
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Writer(s): Duvon Wiley
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