Lyrics
The rest of them we’re weak and they all gave in We roll it up and twist fuck our worries and shit
Pockets full of money by the time the day ends
I hope through it all that we all stay friends
Light it up and think, blow it out and go Light it up and think, blow it out and go Puff a smoke, I’m a ghost I fly above these walls
Walk in close, on the ropes, dont catch me if I fall
On the count of 3
One, two, three, go If they dont understand you say fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em,
fuck em If they dont understand you say fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em,
fuck em Uhh, fuck the bullshit
I’m the serven and the raven in the bullpen
Nigga full switch
To them niggas that be sellin' or that other shit
L-V-L-Y-S-L the new government
I can’t lie, I be gone in the clouds
Don’t hear a thing, but my weed, it be loud
Right there I dissapeared in the smoke
Bout' 2 years ago so you listenin' to a ghost
Holy smokes, on another coast
Yeah them hoes, love how I flow
Behind my shades in the lights on the vegas strip
So be very fuckin high when you play this shit
How you want it, and my sneakers gurubachi
My belt is amese, and my pants is amalli
No fuckin lie I’m just a kid from the ghetto
On the road to money with my sneaker to the pedal screamin'