Common Sense (feat. TRG Fat)

I thought I'd grow up with no issues
I promise
They ain't never get you
I'm honored
Cuz I'm a problem child we grown now
In common
All I see is all I know now
I feel it
And all we wanted
Was the dough now
A Milly
We sun up til
It go down
A zippy
Then Percy Miller to the face now
I'm lifted
Cuz we just looking for a way out

Common sense
We park the whip
Then light the spliff
The time we spent
High as shit
The highest kids
The east side
Riding bitch
Two blunts
Three pills
On some modest shit
Me, Lu, Fat, Nick
We the problem kid
Ask V for the politic
About rap
And I'm fye as shit
About that
We'll die for this
Then count stack
When we finally rich
But right back
Way we lived
It's all good
Two gram swisher sweets
And back woods
Four door deep in the cut
We get to it
Live like poppa did
Don't be stupid
Change gone come, I know
We spark that
Eyes low
Most niggas talking counterfeit
Thats not the shit that I'm on
I talk that real life
Sip liq
Then spill vice
Should've prolly been long gone
Hip hop saved my life
I do this for the fam
They say this my jam
Finally they understand

Geeked af
The weed is up
The lighter struck
Roc pop a Xan'
I take a puff
Rollin woods no stolen goods
Lu on acid ask that nigga is he good
Understood the understand the way
Pawning shit we tryna smoke uh a day
Uh zip uh half I take it to the face
The gang is in da cut I'm on da way
Lu like Fat Fat hurry Andale
Blunt baton passing issa race
Draw us all together don't you trace
No combination lock we are safe
321 I'm feeling outta place
I Can barely speak pronounce he ate
We are not a fucking singing group
If 12 pull up on us we escape
I lied n said I wouldn't smoke again
Fuck the shit I'm high again today
We grow problem kids so it's ok
All I see is all I know amazed
Rapping in da car like we on stage
Hot boxing niggas getting blazed
Roc spit da shit again what ya say

PLEASE DONT TELL ME TO PUT MY WEED OUT
OUT



Credits
Writer(s): Farris Mason
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