GOOP (feat. Keyon Sands)

Shit
I think I dropped something
Yeah
That's how I'm feeling
I'm feeling goofy

Pull up to the studio mad faded
I need a punch card, I make so many payments
Weed man knows my Momma on a first name basis
I remember old days drinking Keystone Light
Muddy Tampico, never dirty Sprite
Used to drink Hi-Tech, it came in baby bottles
Told my boy, Mike, trapped it out, full throttle
Opps busted in, he easy had a kilo
Last day I saw him we played Black & Yellow
Wiz Khalifa on the speakers, roll it up, remember old days
Kush and OJ played in the background
When I hear those songs I get sad now
Like I remember days when I had it easy
I remember days when we were blowing PZ's
Now I got to live with this pain and I always try to drink it away like

I said I was spaced out, cocaine laced in the blunt
Like my mind was never even trying to find a whole front
I might fall on my face like a nigga never know his place
Find a little taste, doing anything to get through these days
I'm doing anything to pass through the Everglades
Anything trying to get paid
I mean kicking down the door, see what you got for the low
And if a nigga trying to get that, I fucking let it go, so
I let these things go like mind blown
I'm intoxicated by living inside of these broken homes
Because a nigga living on his own
I mean I can get it but a nigga live inside of this broken vision
I be getting because a
(What, son?)
I be telling them that the Richter scale do shift sometimes
When a nigga live through this hell
I feel official when only my niggas yell "Be safe"
Hold on, hold on
I said, I said
I said I

I said I bet it's sad how y'all put boxes around me
Think you know shit but don't know how that shit sounding
I prove it all the time in my mind keep tabs when you over speak
Pack flown in overseas
Dabs rolled in blunted weed
Half on a whole you think it's goated but billy goats really notice and they know it's weak
Drug dealers anonymous, fuck a hypocrite-potamus
I'm out in the open air, flowing there with the dope and the commas