Hope They Don't
Hotbox the room, hope they don't smell it
She done drugs but never felt this
Yea
Smokin' Fruit Loops, perfect breakfast
People do shrooms, its a preference
I know a friend, he a veteran
All them drugs, he a better man
Cause they'd be gone, if they was in my hands
Yea, I'm the guy that smoke 20 bands
He got pillys like its grains of sand
Nothing promised but it's in the plan
We gone make sum shake, earthquake again
The devil laugh hard in the face of men
Blow smoke in his face, come to Echo Glen
They ask me "what's good", same like I always been
When some bullshit pull thru, take it on the chin
They gone call it old school when they see the Gin
Pray to God, I get 3 wishes if i see the Jinn
Pray to God, just got the switch, so spin we and spin
They ask me how much more, but I don't see an end
I have a feeling one day, ill be on CNN
Yea, either for my death, or my Grammy win
I need a bitch all about me, I'm talking Harley Quinn
You know I love my son, that's my lil twin
And You know I love the Son, yea I praise in Hymn
Hotbox the room, hope they don't smell it
She done drugs but never felt this
Yea
Smokin' Fruit Loops, perfect breakfast
People do shrooms, its a preference
I know a friend, he a veteran
All them drugs, he a better man
Cause they'd be gone, if they was in my hands
Yea, I'm the guy that smoke 20 bands
He got pillys like its grains of sand
Nothing promised but it's in the plan
We gone make sum shake, earthquake again
The devil laugh hard in the face of men
We hotbox the room, smoke touchin' the roof
Hope they don't smell that shit
Filet Mignon, on golden plates
I feel like Joseph Smith
You not matchin' here, no more
If you hold up the spliff
Roll up reggie, and don't tell me
I do not forgive
All i got is sin Father
(Sin Father)
All i got is drugs Father
No honor
Did it all myself, Father
No partner
All i got is drugs doctor
No dollars
I know a couple drug dealers and scholars
Know a couple good men, turned martyrs
Mans turnin' real blue, no fosters
Mans growin' real Green, real farmers
Green in the backwood, but no sponsor
Can't have my last wood, so don't bother
Yes I roll more than Dwayne Carter
She done drugs but never felt this
Yea
Smokin' Fruit Loops, perfect breakfast
People do shrooms, its a preference
I know a friend, he a veteran
All them drugs, he a better man
Cause they'd be gone, if they was in my hands
Yea, I'm the guy that smoke 20 bands
He got pillys like its grains of sand
Nothing promised but it's in the plan
We gone make sum shake, earthquake again
The devil laugh hard in the face of men
Blow smoke in his face, come to Echo Glen
They ask me "what's good", same like I always been
When some bullshit pull thru, take it on the chin
They gone call it old school when they see the Gin
Pray to God, I get 3 wishes if i see the Jinn
Pray to God, just got the switch, so spin we and spin
They ask me how much more, but I don't see an end
I have a feeling one day, ill be on CNN
Yea, either for my death, or my Grammy win
I need a bitch all about me, I'm talking Harley Quinn
You know I love my son, that's my lil twin
And You know I love the Son, yea I praise in Hymn
Hotbox the room, hope they don't smell it
She done drugs but never felt this
Yea
Smokin' Fruit Loops, perfect breakfast
People do shrooms, its a preference
I know a friend, he a veteran
All them drugs, he a better man
Cause they'd be gone, if they was in my hands
Yea, I'm the guy that smoke 20 bands
He got pillys like its grains of sand
Nothing promised but it's in the plan
We gone make sum shake, earthquake again
The devil laugh hard in the face of men
We hotbox the room, smoke touchin' the roof
Hope they don't smell that shit
Filet Mignon, on golden plates
I feel like Joseph Smith
You not matchin' here, no more
If you hold up the spliff
Roll up reggie, and don't tell me
I do not forgive
All i got is sin Father
(Sin Father)
All i got is drugs Father
No honor
Did it all myself, Father
No partner
All i got is drugs doctor
No dollars
I know a couple drug dealers and scholars
Know a couple good men, turned martyrs
Mans turnin' real blue, no fosters
Mans growin' real Green, real farmers
Green in the backwood, but no sponsor
Can't have my last wood, so don't bother
Yes I roll more than Dwayne Carter
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Writer(s): Jason Turrubiartez
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