21 Blunts

Let me tell you what you should do Start from the bottom again
A lot of y'all actin' rich but couldn't even spend a cent
I had a couple friends ask me for a couple things
I ain't sayin' I'm not in the same boat, I'm just acknowledgin

Cause in reality, I've been popped, bent blocks and never shot
Took a couple drugs, feelin' good up in my sweatshop
Damn bitch, why the fuck you ask me if I broke locks
Tryna get me caught up in some shit like I was Sherlock

I got some shit to say, I'm just waitin' for my chance to say it
I've been movin' round, around the world, faster than super saiyan
Break into the White House, stole a couple secrets
Hit a home run at the World Cup, then you tell me this a theater

I got no time to be fake featured, put me in it or not
Niggas asked me if I could be the face of new hip-hop
No I can't, cause niggas rappin' shit that I don't understand
Try to rap better so we could all get fame and all get bands

I've been waitin' for music that really connects when I put it on
But now I get the fact
That that ain't happenin' with these ditzy songs
Dirty ass boy, take a shower instead of rappin' bars
I can smell your dookie breath from space while I'm sittin' on stars

Look, and I don't want you to get mad
Chill beat, let's sit back, Take humility and laugh
Niggas actin' too much, if you really think you bad
Take a quick, quick glance at all the bands you coulda had

One, twenty-one blunts
One, twenty-one blunts
Smokin' them all

Yeah, I got a couple of blunts up in my shirt pocket
Always smokin' in public till someone say
Sir, stop it
This is my life, I do what I like
I'm rollin' up blunts, I burn them in fire, I do it all night

Gettin' high and gettin' faded, feelin' nice, I'm gettin' wasted
Take a shot, my mind is racin', threw the shit up, I don't taste it
I'm sittin' high now, I'm on a white couch in the White House
And I might die because the CIA, they got me tied down

I stole the Declaration of Independence
I went from independence to a defendant
And now I'm gettin' sentenced, it was my fate
I had twenty-one blunts up in my face

I say, hi, Jay, let's go ride and get high on the highway
So, let's just smoke it all, man, cause why waste
We be smokin' all day, you know a nice taste
Yeah, I got the aftertaste of fuckin' marijuana

While I'm fuckin' starin' at a picture of a damn iguana
What are you doing
What the fuck am I doing
I feel kinda stupid

What the hell, what kind of dream am I pursuing
Cause I'm always fuckin' smokin' and I won't ever stop
And if I quit for a single day, I would drop on the floor
Cravin' for just a little bit more
Oh my God, somebody give me some, you dumb whore

One, twenty-one blunts
One, twenty-one blunts
Smokin' em all