Birth from the Bass
I take solace in a moment of silence
I know you've been here every day but damn the world is so vibrant
It's like
Why they tryna fuck it up with some violence
The only way the world will grow is of we put that behind us
I feel like there's only few with some kindness
The only time I'm feeling kind is when I'm smoking the finest
If you see me on the street bet your ass that I'm smiling
I'll be playing with my band and we'll always be wildin'
I'm gonna
Smoke till red is buried deep in my iris
But I ain't tryna smoke it all unless you throwing me fivers
I'll prolly go to prison and end up with the lifers
Unless the prohibition ends and we spark up with some lighters
Call me Steven bitch I'm king of the writers
Hits from the bong keep me grounded like kiters
I'll prolly take a tab just to try to get higher
Than a seven-forty-seven till I'm naked in briars like
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
We mobbing deep I ain't talking bout survival of the fittest
Good riddance Jehovas Witnesses who get up in your bidness
The bitches who gimme kisses be asking questions suspicious
A hopeless romantic mission cause I'll never be a Simp
I'm a pimp
Walking with a pistol on my hip
Crimping up perogis adding and subtracting dividends
How it ends all depends on immoral men's sins
Inattentive people caught up in the twitter mentions
Ren Ren
Hear the FEDS printer engine
It's cutting up the dollar with some mad inflation
And I pretend the sword is better than the men's pens
I bend tens and change it up like I was Ben Ten
I know the game cause I never been lame
All the rhymes that I'm writing be coming straight from my brain
I'm the best
Yes
And I said it with my chest
Eggs With Legs we make it cause we're better than the rest
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
I know you've been here every day but damn the world is so vibrant
It's like
Why they tryna fuck it up with some violence
The only way the world will grow is of we put that behind us
I feel like there's only few with some kindness
The only time I'm feeling kind is when I'm smoking the finest
If you see me on the street bet your ass that I'm smiling
I'll be playing with my band and we'll always be wildin'
I'm gonna
Smoke till red is buried deep in my iris
But I ain't tryna smoke it all unless you throwing me fivers
I'll prolly go to prison and end up with the lifers
Unless the prohibition ends and we spark up with some lighters
Call me Steven bitch I'm king of the writers
Hits from the bong keep me grounded like kiters
I'll prolly take a tab just to try to get higher
Than a seven-forty-seven till I'm naked in briars like
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
We mobbing deep I ain't talking bout survival of the fittest
Good riddance Jehovas Witnesses who get up in your bidness
The bitches who gimme kisses be asking questions suspicious
A hopeless romantic mission cause I'll never be a Simp
I'm a pimp
Walking with a pistol on my hip
Crimping up perogis adding and subtracting dividends
How it ends all depends on immoral men's sins
Inattentive people caught up in the twitter mentions
Ren Ren
Hear the FEDS printer engine
It's cutting up the dollar with some mad inflation
And I pretend the sword is better than the men's pens
I bend tens and change it up like I was Ben Ten
I know the game cause I never been lame
All the rhymes that I'm writing be coming straight from my brain
I'm the best
Yes
And I said it with my chest
Eggs With Legs we make it cause we're better than the rest
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
Fat sack that green crack get shop vac-ed
My hat back I flash stacks like I got cash but no class
I tap ass when I blow grass
My puffs passed my eyes glassed cause I'm so
Gassed
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Writer(s): Keith Boothe
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