Weed Garden

Uh!
Back in the day, I was broke I was lonely
I wasn't big, nigga nobody known me
No criminal background I didn't have homies
No bitch I could call up to smoke and then blow me
My clothes were so dingy, you wouldn't sit next to me
Tryin my best stupid this the best of me
Cooking that fire, you can't get the recipe
No you can't
Back in the day nigga, I studied the greats
Y'all niggas studied the fashion
Back in 6th grade, I stabbed a kid with a pencil
My dick so big like a missile
Fuck my dead father, that stupid faggot's a bastard
Preaching to y'all like a pastor
Yo bitch is on her knees, she gone do what I say, she the student, bitch I am her master

I lived a life with no friends, lived a life with loose ends
Focused on the cash, not hoes
Sorry bitch, that's the way my life goes
Fold on me, you'll get left behind, no second chance
Fold on me, you'll get left behind, no second chance
The world is like GTA but you got one life
I could fuck a thousand hoes and still end up with one wife
I'm known as a asshole I don't know how to play nice
If you test my fucking patience bitch, You gone pay the price

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a fuckin weed garden



Credits
Writer(s): Armani Edwards
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