Man Of Honor
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
Why is it so damn quiet
Sounds like my shit turned down to the oblivion
Hahaaa
Yeah
Penny pinching picking dimes up off that street
You'd be lying you say you trying
Look at these drugs I'm buying
Trying don't mean shit to me
You can cry up all you want
That won't put your ass at ease
That won't take away your pain
Crying don't mean shit to me
Look at yourself in the mirror
Maybe you see shit clearer
Maybe just one last toke
Maybe just one more beer
The chances of me getting wicked is really so simple bout one in a year
1-365
I'm smoking this wood
I'm feeling alive
The man of honor
Irish Spring Ganja
I swear I never told a lie when smoking potent marijuana
Hit the fucking wood pulled until I heard it crack
That wood hit me back
Call that mother fucker Conor
Smoke so good it leaves your mans guessing
My homie took the safety off where the fucks my Wesson
You ain't leaving up my crib without a deadly weapon
You just let the demon out
Someone call the reverend
CDC told me I'm diseased or something
My mom said I need to go and get degrees or something
If C's get them that's the end of our discussion
Besides these fucking strips
I ain't cripping for nothing
Bitch
Smoking so much green ain't no PCP
All this life unlocking for me move from key to key
Shawty want the pipe
So I fit that bitch a pvc
This shit Eazy-E
It Shoulda popped way back in '03
Yeah
You already know
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Why is it so damn quiet
Sounds like my shit turned down to the oblivion
Hahaaa
Yeah
Penny pinching picking dimes up off that street
You'd be lying you say you trying
Look at these drugs I'm buying
Trying don't mean shit to me
You can cry up all you want
That won't put your ass at ease
That won't take away your pain
Crying don't mean shit to me
Look at yourself in the mirror
Maybe you see shit clearer
Maybe just one last toke
Maybe just one more beer
The chances of me getting wicked is really so simple bout one in a year
1-365
I'm smoking this wood
I'm feeling alive
The man of honor
Irish Spring Ganja
I swear I never told a lie when smoking potent marijuana
Hit the fucking wood pulled until I heard it crack
That wood hit me back
Call that mother fucker Conor
Smoke so good it leaves your mans guessing
My homie took the safety off where the fucks my Wesson
You ain't leaving up my crib without a deadly weapon
You just let the demon out
Someone call the reverend
CDC told me I'm diseased or something
My mom said I need to go and get degrees or something
If C's get them that's the end of our discussion
Besides these fucking strips
I ain't cripping for nothing
Bitch
Smoking so much green ain't no PCP
All this life unlocking for me move from key to key
Shawty want the pipe
So I fit that bitch a pvc
This shit Eazy-E
It Shoulda popped way back in '03
Yeah
You already know
Yeah
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Writer(s): Collin A Bertch
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