splyff talk 2

With the Arizona in grip
Blunt tip, never was one with the lip
Had to last through the fire til my pain dipped
Couldn't gas, I ain't mad that we sunk ship
This is it nigga
No ties til we rise, the past shift
Running primetime, the shit nigga imagine
I cry just a tadbit
Pass spliff
Pain tryna turn herself to my passion
Been back in my bag, all practice
Fantastic
Seen the plight come in masses
Its quite tragic
Another plan then
Built to persevere, my momma raised a grown man nig
Running round rampant
Standing tall
Life gripped by her makeshift balls
For so long niggas had been lost
Tapping into the mind, that beck and call
Always good for a spliff and some time to talk nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Hall, Matteo Pisani
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