421 (Bonus Track)

Nigga what the fuck you mean
This shit fucking stupid
Four twenty one nigga
Geeked up
I pull up roll the window down and aye

Four twenty one, Rey awakened from a weed coma
In he corner, draconian features, heat blower
A seed sower, hear his songs wonder where he going
The Red Sea could see that I'm better at flowing
Four twenty one, Rey awakened from a weed coma
He be poet, but miss me I don't do heroics

Really ain't too spiritual, niggas say I ain't lyrical
But get lost in my interludes, comedic at best
At my behest I suggest you reject the shit you was taught
The ignorance that you hold dear power the shit that you talk
Now that the slates wiped clean and you finally see what I mean
Ring the bell, class in session, Rey arrived with the chalk
Now listen close

Four twenty one, Rey awakened from a weed coma
Eyes still glazed, Krispy Kreme from the aroma

Now I be chilling, I be chilling
These bitches be choosing, little do they know
A couple missteps I'm a fucking lose it
Tend to get lost in weed and music, heal my mental bruising
If I choose to delve into deeper drugs it might be a doozy
Now every time I catch her looking, know she wanna do me
Now is that truthful, or my overconfident illusion
Who really give a fuck, the former always stay assuming
Probably right, she looking right
She got them thighs, back side on sumo

Four twenty one, Rey awakened from a weed coma
Toes still grazing 747's
Iguana skin covered nuggets
I purchased within my budget
When I spark it, I ain't budging
Til its all in the air

In my lair I just lay up while she play with my hair
Feel like Medusa with coils growing from hither to there
There there, never be scared, I'm only stoning myself
If you ain't throwing in, don't ask to hit, I'm saving yo breathe
Now breathe in

Four twenty one, Rey awakened from a weed coma
Said he'd never smoke again, yet again he still toking
Token black kid, when he first had learned to hit
Now this nigga singing hymns bout the clouds that he ride
Four twenty, four twenty