Ganja In My Dickie (G.I.M.D.)

Onto the next
For the sake of brevity
Won't say every work
That's crafted is the best of me
But I said it won't say it again
If it comes down to proving
Then I'm spraying again
Got them rats raiding on my peace
Specy retreat
I see no reason
No cheats no season
Have to fight myself really
To feel defeated
Came so far without a budget
While yours depleting
We all year round Brother
Time for you to run in circles
Play your role right in this circus
While we worthy for the jungle
Jumping from the edge with no bunjee
High Af on an empty stomach

Let's geddit

Ganja In my Dickie
Got some ganja in my Dickie
Zipping thru the city
Cops sleeping on duty
Boys do it pronto
Never needed recee
She wanna blow trees
Got some ganja in my Dickie

Ganja in my Dickie
That Sticky is icky Wick-ed
Got a few bad habits
And I can't kick it
Fire in the booth
When I spit it
Broke bwoy livid
Rich boi pivot
Means to my end
Ain't civil
Bullets with pon name
When the climax reveal
Miracle clinical in my skillet
Call me your highness
You'll feel it

Fill it with funkedelick
That fuck up family systems
Like a black voodoo magician
My missile never gon miss em
As I lay my web
Put mary jane in submission
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush
So fuck recognition

Ganja In my dickie
Got some ganja in my dickie
Zipping thru the city
Cops sleeping on duty
Boys do it pronto
Never needed recee
She wanna blow trees
Got some ganja in my dickie

Ganja in my Dickie
Ganja in my Dickie
Zipping thru the city
Cops sleeping on duty
Boys do it do it do it
Never needed recee
She wanna blow trees
Got some ganja in my Dickie

Ganges is in every fucking drop
I'm so Zum Zum
Flowing off the head when you hear me come run run
Don't look at the sun
Don't become just the One from
First one to Hum the lords name King Solomon
Rapper's swallow they don't eat anymore like its Ramadan
Girl from the south and I'll be down if she wanna come

What a dumb question is that, I should just stick it to rap
Got better things to do than to stick my dick in her back
Thinkin of that, Rapper's love to imagine then they think it's a fact
We both stared in the abyss the only Difference is that
You Blinked at it Back, let it blind you, leave it at that
When I'm on the mic best believe its a Wrap, ain't no leaving the trap
Saving all the Havoc that I've fucking longed to Wreak
If you got Ganja in your dickie it Belongs to me

I need me some snacks, scooby doo, post the doobie, boo
Ima have a cheeto, kit kat and a maggi too
Why you gettin mad, girl? (you're being so fuckin rude)
Yo what you on about? maybe you should have some fuckin food

Catch a breath, now you're with the head chef
Yeah I got the good bread, you could put it to the test
Yeah I
Got the memo you wanna commit a sin
I gotta feed the munchies tho I'll see you after dinner and

We can kick it back again
I bring the blue dream out for my special friend
We don't gotta pretend
Bonding exercises on the tetrahydrocannabin
Put you out in orbit yuri gagarin

SPACE!!!! fucked off my face
Reefer lightweight I'm a fuckin disgrace
Fuck sense, fuck makin millions
Ima sensimillian and Ima stink up this place, I got

Ganja In my Dickie
Got some ganja in my Dickie
Zipping thru the city
Cops sleeping on duty
Boys do it do it do it
Never needed recee
She wanna blow trees
Got some ganja in my Dickie