Hunter $.
Acid lips
Chapped like a bitch
(Hunter S.)
I can still taste the DMT hit
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
I'm a
Smooth criminal
The only law I break is possessing drugs I wanna take
Help me ease the pain
Tell me
Would do you the same
Sacrifice it all for fame
Tag along to say you came
Ride then die or locked away
Epiphany the mind state
What I write the hardest bars
Most practice blind faith
Reading dummy history books
Constant sit and ponder smoking marijuana
Prophecy was stolen many years ago from the city of gold
(Africa)
All of y'all are pros but they never taught you so
All the greatest started slow
But from nothing had to grow listen
Goal to gross the gold
Bold move those who chose
To put away for rainy day investing in a line of clothes
I'm focused on the stone
Sword sharpened minds blown
You tune into assholes
I'm turning to Ab Soul
Preaching all that I know
And learning all that I don't
The ones in control they all quick to lie to you
(They lying)
Well known fact weed never killed never will
Popping pills then you fit the bill
Darwinism's Real
Durden attitude in the face of nonsense
Whenever that I spit I'm causing a mosh pit
Dirty are my writtens and explicit are my tapes
If you do not like the truth then advise you not to play
Cut off the heads of snakes
Nicknamed the Muffin Man
Cause the grams that I bake are the best in the land
I done ran through every pill that you could slam
Middle name contraband
Snorting lines with goblins
I dare you not live a life full of drugs and crime
Idolize potential
Me I graduate my mental
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
Hunter S my life drugs putting me to sleep
On my couch in my house no one living here but me
I have heard my walls speak
No they not discrete
I have hit the DMT
Twice a day this week
Always got some weed
Burn a lot of trees
Make a lotta of trips to my local BP
Criminal to some but my spirit ain't weak
Do what you like I'll continue doin me
It is graduation time
I just find when my mind fly
Redefine what I thought were
Obstacles
Possible
It is graduation time
I just find when my mind fly
Redefine what I thought were
Obstacles
Possible
(Anything)
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
(I chill with monsters)
Chapped like a bitch
(Hunter S.)
I can still taste the DMT hit
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
I'm a
Smooth criminal
The only law I break is possessing drugs I wanna take
Help me ease the pain
Tell me
Would do you the same
Sacrifice it all for fame
Tag along to say you came
Ride then die or locked away
Epiphany the mind state
What I write the hardest bars
Most practice blind faith
Reading dummy history books
Constant sit and ponder smoking marijuana
Prophecy was stolen many years ago from the city of gold
(Africa)
All of y'all are pros but they never taught you so
All the greatest started slow
But from nothing had to grow listen
Goal to gross the gold
Bold move those who chose
To put away for rainy day investing in a line of clothes
I'm focused on the stone
Sword sharpened minds blown
You tune into assholes
I'm turning to Ab Soul
Preaching all that I know
And learning all that I don't
The ones in control they all quick to lie to you
(They lying)
Well known fact weed never killed never will
Popping pills then you fit the bill
Darwinism's Real
Durden attitude in the face of nonsense
Whenever that I spit I'm causing a mosh pit
Dirty are my writtens and explicit are my tapes
If you do not like the truth then advise you not to play
Cut off the heads of snakes
Nicknamed the Muffin Man
Cause the grams that I bake are the best in the land
I done ran through every pill that you could slam
Middle name contraband
Snorting lines with goblins
I dare you not live a life full of drugs and crime
Idolize potential
Me I graduate my mental
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
Hunter S my life drugs putting me to sleep
On my couch in my house no one living here but me
I have heard my walls speak
No they not discrete
I have hit the DMT
Twice a day this week
Always got some weed
Burn a lot of trees
Make a lotta of trips to my local BP
Criminal to some but my spirit ain't weak
Do what you like I'll continue doin me
It is graduation time
I just find when my mind fly
Redefine what I thought were
Obstacles
Possible
It is graduation time
I just find when my mind fly
Redefine what I thought were
Obstacles
Possible
(Anything)
I chill with monsters under my box spring
Only hobbies
Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT
The weed cloud my stomping ground
Omaha my hometown
Tell me who can stop me round
Hit em with the boom botta
Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side
My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die
Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway
Was I smoking
(Always)
Was I choking
(No way)
(I chill with monsters)
Credits
Writer(s): Andreas Hieb
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