Stoned to Death
I was stoned
I still am
Can I please be left alone
Can I please breathe out what the trees need
Can I please bleed out when he needs me
What they doubt, what i did
For what it's worth, I know what I'm about
I'm the man who be captaining this earth
Through our vast universe
If they act, in the back of a hearse
Is they ass
If they laugh then i know where they at
In the front, with the drink
With the beauty of the month
Little punks, what they think
Think can shoot me, and Its done
Nah
I fucked his bitch, and his bros boo
When I did, they had no clue
Mad whips in the 06
G6 in the sky, talking coke bricks
Fuck the rapping, I'm like Hov with the pie
On the stove, with supply
Then demand was too high
For the kid
Still he did what he did
Broke the bread with the heads of the strip
This is finch, that's your Weston
Nothing but a small intersection
That is all
And you pussies are as weak as the trees in the fall
So let it be
Or else I let you see
What hell can be
Not rhymed but spelled to see
It's well in reach
So tell on me
And see what spells released
Harry Potter with the slaughter
Bigger picture filled with
Horrors
Trigger finger
Pulling back to injure
On the block, be known as martyrs
Please
These fleas need dogs to breed
Little frauds using mom and pops shop
To act hard
So act hard
That last bar was that heart
You won't get it pussies
I still am
Can I please be left alone
Can I please breathe out what the trees need
Can I please bleed out when he needs me
What they doubt, what i did
For what it's worth, I know what I'm about
I'm the man who be captaining this earth
Through our vast universe
If they act, in the back of a hearse
Is they ass
If they laugh then i know where they at
In the front, with the drink
With the beauty of the month
Little punks, what they think
Think can shoot me, and Its done
Nah
I fucked his bitch, and his bros boo
When I did, they had no clue
Mad whips in the 06
G6 in the sky, talking coke bricks
Fuck the rapping, I'm like Hov with the pie
On the stove, with supply
Then demand was too high
For the kid
Still he did what he did
Broke the bread with the heads of the strip
This is finch, that's your Weston
Nothing but a small intersection
That is all
And you pussies are as weak as the trees in the fall
So let it be
Or else I let you see
What hell can be
Not rhymed but spelled to see
It's well in reach
So tell on me
And see what spells released
Harry Potter with the slaughter
Bigger picture filled with
Horrors
Trigger finger
Pulling back to injure
On the block, be known as martyrs
Please
These fleas need dogs to breed
Little frauds using mom and pops shop
To act hard
So act hard
That last bar was that heart
You won't get it pussies
Credits
Writer(s): Harkarandee Singh
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